On Paper
No empty vessel
waiting to be filled.
Put a ring on it
or not.
Lavish weddings,
a teenage dream.
We could get a flat together,
or not.
For the first 22 years of my life
I believed in happy marriages,
like the tooth fairy, something
under the pillow, in trade.
1st anniversary, is paper.
But it's only been 5 months,
this love affair.
I answer the door
dressed only in my gaudies.
April 16, 2016
prompt: poem with 4
of 8 words
(flat, ring, lavish, vessel, paper, blacklist, gaudy, tooth)
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