Red Ribbon
There's this red ribbon I have,
around my wrist it is tied.
You tied it there before you left.
Before you walked away and lied.
From this spot I can see it,
beside the dead bare tree.
Just one small gravestone,
everyone fails to see.
I feel this ribbon tighten,
as someone says your name.
My wrist feels heavier than stone,
and burns just like a flame.
Red slowly trickles onto my hand,
though it isn't the ribbon this time.
I will be with you once more,
as I hear midnight's last chime.
Today if someone looks,
beneath that tree, it's true,
they'll see a sight of wonder
they'll see me and you...♥
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