creative writing

His Eyes

I remember when I was told:
“Do trust the eyes but not the smile,
When he leads you down the aisle”.
Those words were worth their weight in gold,
Smooth to the touch but mighty cold.
It sent a shiver down my spine,
Even though all appeared fine.
His smile was pure but not his eyes,
They whispered I should compromise,
Our futures would never align.

In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #56 found here

creative writing

The Vows

I vow from this day,
To always find a way,
Through life’s obstructions.
With no interruptions.
To see them as the thrills.
Like cyclic, rolling hills.
I promise to respect and trust,
To never let our love rust.
When I look into your eyes,
Sparkling lapis lazulis,
There is an open door I see,
To which I say “open sesame”.
I’ll always stay true.
Honey, I love you.

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In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #34 found here