This is a poem, inspired by the title of a fanfiction I'm reading ( http :/ / www . fanfiction . net / s /6753165/ 2 / ). The title was 'Like Maple Leaves on Snow', and it was referencing to...well...guess.
You can assume that this is from Mattie's point of view.
/
There are maple leaves
On my snow
They're red like cherries,
Like a poppy, like a rose.
The maple leaves are red
They're perfect they're grand
Without the maple leaves
My snow looks so…
Crisscrossed, with pink ribbons,
Across the snow.
When the maple leaves leave,
Pink ribbons remain,
Crisscross
No-one no-one
No-one no-one
No one can see the ribbons on the snow.
If they saw the ribbons,
Would they know?
Would they see?
Would they know that I make
Red maple leaves
Appear on my snow
And leave pink ribbons
Would they know?
Would they care?
Nononono
Pink ribbons are hidden
Maple Leaves only fall at night
And no one can see me.
No one can see me.
No one can see me.
So I'm alright
I'm alright
No one will see
My pink ribbons.
Or when,
I make the maple leaves fall
Onto my criss-crossed snow
Red, red, red, red
Red like cherries,
Red like roses,
Red like poppies,
Red like BLOOD.
Yeah, I think it was pretty obvious but it's comparing maple leaves on snow to blood on skin. So, you know, cutting. Again, completely from the mind of Star-Tigress. I just wrote this super-short angsty poem about it. XP
Pink ribbons are the scars left behind, if you didn't catch that.
xoxo, natcat5 ;p