i know its a little long...but please help me i think i failed to do it on my own...
My precious gift
When I began to dream about love.
I found the perfect little box to put a gift inside
And I searched far and wide for the prettiest wrapping paper
The one that best described me. When I found it I wrapped the box with it.
Then I made a bow, a quaint little bow to fit my personality.
I tied it on the top.
Then I wrote a little note addressing it to: YOU, whoever you may be.
And so began the waiting process.
It took a while…
Then came the first man.
But I was afraid, so I hid it in my chest.
And so the note was crinkled up.
And when he walked away I was thankful that I hid it away.
Because I felt someone else would come around and be more worthy.
Then came the second.
He made me smile a lot. So I began to pull it out, slowly.
But he jerked it from my hands, thus ripping my bow.
I cried. And I tried my best to mend the bow.
But it didn’t look the same.
Then came the third.
And to him I handed it. I gave it freely.
But he dropped it on the ground, over and over again.
So my wrapping paper got dirty and worn.
And I searched and searched and could never find the same one.
So I took my gift away from him.
And tried my best to clean it off…
Then came you…
You made me feel alive again.
You made me want to give again.
So I handed you my gift.
You looked at it with a questioning glare.
Yes I knew the note was crinkled.
And the bow torn, but mended.
And the wrapper was dirty, worn, and ugly.
But still I gave it hoping you would want to open it up.
Because inside the box lies the most beautiful gift you could ever imagine…
But you didn’t open it. You handed it back to me.
And said “I can’t handle this,”
And with tears in my eyes I took back my gift.
I held it close to me and when you walked away and disappeared
I myself opened the box to check on what was inside.
But when I looked inside the box the gift wasn’t the same
It had gotten smaller and was now broken…
But I don’t know how to fix it…
I wish I did… because the gift inside this precious box
Was in fact my very heart.
But then I thought to myself…if I fixed it and started over, repacking it and everything
I would jut be setting myself up for the next man like you to come and rip it all apart…