The Perfect Bow

by AMoreMIo   Oct 25, 2007


The Ribbon is coming undone.
The Red Laces are swiftly moving
Unraveling the Perfect bow
That it had created.
Soon everything that was tightly tied
was moving into its own disunity.

They fall
They break
They shatter
They make their isolated holes
Never to be held by that same ribbon again

The Red laces of that beautiful Ribbon
So smooth and tender it lyes there
waiting...
To be tied in that Perfect Bow
again

by:alicia
To: my lost friendship.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Ike Dizzle

    Great poem. I like it. It's sad when friends split up. I've lost a couple like dat but ya know everything happens for a reason. A problem is opportunity knockin at the door. Great job 5/5
    -vino

    P.S. that girl still hasn't left me alone.....

  • 17 years ago

    by Lady C

    Great idea! I feel the same, really sad
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Tim

    I havnt really been into poetry that didnt rhyme.. but you have changed me... i really really like this...This poem has so much meaning...perfect metaphor

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