The Truth Of Her Words Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

The room was lit with a
speck of poet's light
and the time was 5: 30, and
the mood was of summer at midnight


The girl's mouth opened and
it brong a world with it...
a world of sadness, some tears, and
at the end....strength

Her words were the truth....
the way she felt about this little boy,
how he built her up...and faked some love

and as I watched the girl right there
with her head to the paper,
but heart in the air
my eyes angrily darted at this boy that
she loves/ed
and how the embarassment he felt, would
last for a while, maybe an hour or two
and how her words were inevitably the truth
and as she casually looks down on the ground,
to sit back on her seat, and let her words make him drown..
he sits, blushes, then looks the other way
and I knew that routine of faking it
she was right! and how unfortunate the truth
was that evening,
& how it seemed to be from night to morning, fall to winter...
but I was waiting for the most graceful....spring