11 | the red ribbon

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If you lost everything
what would you do?
What would you think
If everything he said wasn't true?

This red ribbon
Our only foundation
Reminds me of your promise
that you can't help but miss

Silently waiting for you
Waiting to come out of the blue
Never realized my hopes aren't true
Even this red ribbon gave no clue

You left me with an aching heart
And very happy memories
Memories that we're never apart
Memories of a red ribbon like this

Crying in pain every night
Staring at a candle with no light
While this red ribbon sways like a kite
Knowing you won't come back tonight

It hurts whenever I see this
Every time I watched it sway with the breeze
I can recall your rebellion
And left me with nothing but this red ribbon

Red as a rose
The one I really chose
This red ribbon I see
What, without you, would I be?

Never said goodbye
You said you would rather die
This red ribbon was the only thing left from you
I don't know, what would I do?

This red ribbon
A thing that's our foundation
I cannot be in misery
And suffer because of rejection

I cannot hope anymore
I don't want to open any door
This red ribbon you gave to me
I'll keep it forever, don't you worry

I cannot hope anymoreI don't want to open any doorThis red ribbon you gave to meI'll keep it forever, don't you worry

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Before, I thought this poem was just about a bad break-up and other stuff like that. But what if it wasn't like that? What if there is some sort of story behind the narrator that I didn't know?

I just thought of this possible interpretation as I was transcribing this poem.

It could be about a lady and her knight that were forced to part due to some unforeseen circumstance and the knight left her a red ribbon. Then somehow, he died. The poem is now the lady's lament over the things that happened and promises to honor the knight's memory by keeping that red ribbon with her.

Looking back, I never thought this poem would mean as it did to me now. I'm amazed at how meaning evolves through time, especially in my works.

How about you? What stories have you thought when you read this poem? Comment below. :))

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