End To Ribbons

There are no words to piece them back together

I wonder if the sun could burn me away

Take all I did and rest them well behind the day

The day I came to a world I used to love

We find no end to ribbons we could cut enough

The plate in front of you is eating you up

What use are clocks when time was not what you could give

You stayed asleep not knowing how deep you cut me

One last time dream of me

Dream of only the good things

Of how appealing I used to be

Dream of everything related to that perfect me

One last time dream of me

Of an end to ribbons that tied us free

The stories I believed had lied to me altogether

Instead I'm left with covers enfolding all blanks

Accepted was the fact that I was blinded

I stayed awake not knowing how little I mean

One last time dream of me

Dream of my sincere eyes

Of how pleasing I used to be

Dream of everything we made we said we did

One last time dream of me

Of an end to ribbons that tied us free

One last time one last time

If only there was an end to ribbons that tied us free ^[1]