The Ribbon - November 24, 2008

Fighting the quickness I can't shake this sickness My ribs sore from the lies I want to cut these ties I cough them up with phlem I wish I had not met him The blood staining the rag I feel like a miserable hag Cut these ribbons, they're hurting These secrets I couldn't stop blurting The blood dripping down the strips My hands hanging at my hips My eyes close and I cry aloud Wouldn't my mother be proud? I hate this numb feeling I feel the cheer peeling Like a leaf from its tree I'm broken, can't you see? I feel the rain falling I hear its soft calling Its drops mix with tears I want to share my fears Please, be the one to say yes Take a rag and clean this mess I need you like you'll never know You'll never see the pretty bow The one tied around my neck No blood on it, not a speck Nevermind, I can't bare the pain I've made my decision in vain I clench the ends of my pretty bow My crying eyes downcasting slow I think of your smile, your brown eyes You'd never wade through all the lies I'm not worth it, but neither is she But that's something you'll never see The ends are tied, the rain stops I smile and I put away the props I feel relief as I lift this ugly mask I set it aside and begin my task My toes balancing on brittle wood I'll never be known or understood I look to the heavens and I see you I will never know whether it was true I tremble knowing how I am posed I bite my lip, naked and exposed I cover my bow and take my leap No more will they make me weep You will never know how I feel My ribbon snaps and seals the deal