I am made of blue ribbons
Strung together, carelessly tied
Hungry for more than you offer,
All we had has nearly died
Widows whisper that love is real
Red wine darkens your pretty smile
A cry for help misplaced in a book
And she’s forgotten how to dial
Shapes appear in the room’s corner
Shadowed people stalk this place
Possibilities caught in the rain
Hope appears in a passing face
Crows circle the palace gate
Changes roll without a glance
He pulled, she pushed, to no avail
We never even had a chance
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