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… 😉

I swear…

WtR

About the Author

Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.