Young Writers Society

Ribbons

A girl sits dressed all in white with ribbons
In her hair. She gazes at the moon,
Wishing on the stars, that her prince
Will save her heart, like he once saved their love.
But wrong was she, for what she had- that faith-
Was wrong, and lost was she in broken heart.

Her dress was tattered, as was her broken heart,
And tears streaked her face like liquid ribbons.
She pressed a fist to her lips for a kiss of faith
Hoping that somehow she could be saved under the moon-
That the stars cared for her with enough love
To rescue her from her fabled prince.

For the handsome man, her desired prince,
Was the one who broke her heart.
She loved him still, with all her love
Though she shed blood in ruby ribbons;
And her sorrow was reflected in the moon,
As was her loss of faith.

Angels sang of God and faith
And of her long-lost prince,
Even though the cold, dead moon
Sent waves of cold into her heart;
freezing, piercing dark ribbons
Surrounding and suffocating her dying love.

The girl cried a diamond river, surrendering her love
To the boy who turned away, refusing her faith
That he would be the one to braid her hair with pretty ribbons.
Her knight in shining armor, her white knight prince
Stole everything she had, including her lovely heart,
And just the same, he sacrificed that heart under an unforgiving moon.

The murder was crafted artistically in the silver of the moon;
He felt nothing, but she knew the pain of left-behind love
As she watched, mortified, as he shredded her heart.
She watched in agony as the belief in him, of her faith
Of her amazing, perfect, loving prince
Died in rivulets of diamond tears and ruby ribbons.

Broken hearts implode like dying suns and moons;
Ribbons of frayed dreams unravel like the thread of a lost love;
And faith-a lifejacket in a sea of despair- dies in the eyes of a prince.

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I'm not normally a poetry writer, but I wanted to give it a shot. Critique is welcomed with open arms.
*~*Kiss*~*