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Sometimes I dwell upon, as a child… I swear I dwell… Cross My Heart!

Cross my heart and hope to die…

Cross my heart and hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye,
wait a moment,
I spoke a lie
I never really
wanted to die.
but if I may
and if I might
my heart is open
for tonight
though my lips are sealed
and a promise is true
I won’t break my word
my word to you.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
a secret’s a secret
my word is forever
I will tell no one
about your cruel endeavor.
You claim no pain
but I see right through
your words in
everything you do.
Teary eyes
broken heart
life has torn
you apart.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye
I loved you then
I love you now
I’ll still love you
though I’ll break my vow.
I can’t hold this secret
any longer
it’s hurting you
not making you stronger.
You’re my friend
so I’ll risk your respect
by hurting you
I can protect
I’ll save yourself
since you will not
you might hate me
but I’ll give it a shot.
I’m willing to risk
our bond that we own
so long as you’re safe
you won’t be alone.

Cross my heart
hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye
break my promise
tell a lie
save my friend
though, maybe it’s ‘bye.

Interesting to think we as little tykes could spout this poem, almost in full, when I was young…

This stuff, just as I contemplate the fairy tales that we were taught. Such as Grimm’s Fairy Tales”.

But we swore we told the truth and used, “Cross my heart hope to die, stick a thousand needles in my eye”.

The “thousand needles” emphasized the importance of what we said… πŸ˜‰

I swear…


The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do.
You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward. - Amelia Earhart