Can you sware on your life?

Can you sware that you never felt awkward telling them your lies, or your truths?

That their bells didn't intimidate you?

That when you slid along their silver bridge, you didn't imagine jumping off into the mist?

Just to make a stir, and spread your arms, legs, mind?

Can you sware on your life that you didn't love it when they winked at you, but hated the sound of their voice?

That you wanted them to look at you, but cringed at the visions of their face?

Can you sware on your life that you never took the leap?

A/N: Sort of about that doubt you feel before jumping into something.