Eyes Tell Stories
But do they know how
to craft fiction? Do
they know how to spin
lies?
His eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only
me. But are they empty
promises?
I stare into his eyes, as
into a crystal ball, but
I cannot find forever,
only
movies of yesterday,
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared
tomorrow.
His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairy tales?
I wonder if even he
knows.

Author: Ellen Hopkins

Eyes Tell Stories<br />But do they know how<br />to craft fiction? Do<br />they know how to spin<br />lies?<br />His eyes swear forever,<br />flatter with vows of only<br />me. But are they empty<br />promises?<br />I stare into his eyes, as<br />into a crystal ball, but<br />I cannot find forever,<br />only<br />movies of yesterday,<br />a sketchbook of today,<br />dreams of a shared<br />tomorrow.<br />His eyes whisper secrets.<br />But are they truths or fairy tales?<br />I wonder if even he<br />knows. - Ellen Hopkins



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