Author's Note: This is yet another poem inspired by Fractured Illusion's (many, many) avatars. I also got a little bit of extra inspiration (just a tad) from this quote in Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own:

"Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping. If not, you will of course throw the whole of it into the wastepaper basket and forget all about it."

I feel this poem is weaker than my previous three minute scribble, Never Meant To Be.

The Truth of It All

Cross my heart,
Hope to die.

Everyday, under the shade
of those large oak trees,
you say those words to me.

When you bid me goodbye,
inching backwards,
you hide your hands from me;
All the while, grinning gently.

But one day, when you walk away,
the truth of it all unfolds before my eyes.

Those words of love, those confessions…

There are things that never change.
Behind every truth, there is a lie.

(You crossed your fingers,
and told a lie.)