Cross My Heart, Hope To Die
Cross my heart,
Hope to die.
I won’t tell a soul,
That you were mine tonight.
Tucked alone,
In the dark.
With a pillow and a smock.
Painting a picture,
Of the moon and sky,
Upon the canvas.
As the meteors flew by.
This picture was beautiful.
Covered in detail,
Glimmered like the sea,
And in the background were you and me,
Laying together,
Watching it all,
As it happened,
When it happened,
Those many years ago.
I cross my heart,
Hope to die.
I won’t tell a soul,
That we made love that night.
Copyright © Shelby Wood | Year Posted 2007
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