When she opened her eyes and said ‘I love you’, he wondered Can it be true?
When she asked for his hand in marriage he asked ‘Are you sure’?
When she said ‘I do’, he secretly thought I find that hard to believe.
When they lived happily ever after, he played Will you still love me tomorrow on repeat.
It was only on her death bed that he plucked up the courage to ask Was it me you loved, or just that I kissed you awake after 100 years of sleep?
The prompt for today was to write a prose poem. I’m not sure I’ve done that. I’m also not sure I didn’t do that.
No feature today. I’m in a hurry, and I didn’t read a lot yesterday. My brain just said STOP.