Red Ribbon

The pink ribbon that cuddled us
together, my friend
has been damaged and busted
through the passage of time.

It has borne unsightly holes
that are too large to mend
and its once sweet color
has already turned red.

The love and happiness
became anger and blood
that dripped from our hearts
that are once two in a pod.

Now this torn old ribbon
that has bound us together
is a mere rubbish memento
of our freedom from forever.


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