Pretty paper and a bow
wrapped neatly around you so,
Glistening in the soft glow.
You seems so special as you wait,
not knowing how deeply hearts will break,
when at last your contents you yield.
The disappointment on the faces will be too much for you to bear.
All you are is an empty box, just filled with air.
But deep down on the bottom are the stains of all that was left to give.
Tear stains of love; never ending stream of regret.