Cross their hearts and hope they die,
Beneath their white, little lie.
Eyes wide shut, no love in them;
Just empty words and a lecherous smile,
Embarked upon my heart awhile,
Drawing in my life a silent mayhem.
I break a little when I cannot see:
What is it that I am meant to be?
No holding hands on the streets,
No flowers, no sweet nothings,
I come attached with no strings,
Just a dirty secret beneath their sheets?
Close my heart to love, I must.
Only hurt will I get with trust.
I must protect my soul and cage it down;
Wear my jewels and my rosette,
This is as close to love I’ll get,
Yet a tear rolls across my Mistress’s Crown.