Empty Promises Poem by Samantha Schaub

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 sketch book of today,
dreams of shared
tomarrow
His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairytales?
I wonder if even he
knows.