Ribbons

Ribbons

A Poem by red-juliet

Ribbons

 

My love for you is like the ribbons

Wound and wound and wound around me

You’ve tied up my hands with your eyes

My love for you is like the ribbons

A rippling and tugging and whipping sea

Streaming out into the grey city skies

 

They are tied together but sometimes comes undone

They are pretty they told me you’re the one

You wrapped them around me tightly wound

When I die I go with the ribbons to the ground

 

Can’t escape, I’m bound

Loving you without a sound

I love you like the ribbons

I love you like the ribbons

Please come and make a bow

I wonder do you still know

That I love you like the ribbons

I love you like the ribbons

The ribbons

 

My love for you is like the ribbons

Curling, curling through my hair

You’ve tied up my eyes with your lips

My love for you is like the ribbons

They hurt sometimes it’s not fair

The people say see how she trips

 

They are tied together but sometimes slips out of my grasp

They are pretty but when too taut I gasp

You wrapped them around me tightly wound

When I die I go with the ribbons to the ground

 

Can’t escape, I’m bound

Loving you without a sound

I love you like the ribbons

I love you like the ribbons

Please come and make a bow

I wonder do you still know

That I love you like the ribbons

I love you like the ribbons

The ribbons

 

Blue ribbon white ribbon

Sky ribbon bright ribbon

Red ribbon lead ribbon

Blood ribbon dead ribbon

Pink ribbon green ribbon

Baby ribbon mean ribbon

Purple ribbon tie the ribbon

Brown ribbon my ribbon

 

Can’t escape, I’m bound

Loving you without a sound

I love you like the ribbons

Always the ribbons

© 2010 red-juliet


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red-juliet
red-juliet

South Africa



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fifteenyearold. redhead. with. an. arrogant. streak. and. rebellious. thoughts. and. a. sentimental. insecure. side. she. dismisses. Loves church and her nameless violin. Writes because it keeps her.. more..

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