Black Ribbon
Comes like a wave that I can't break,
the memories are flooding back.
I sit and flick through photographs
inside a little brown book.
Black ribbon that you tied was like a sign
of darkness that would bind us.
Copyright © Stuck In Sepia | Year Posted 2012
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