Trust

Deserted Treasure

He was searching for a soul,
A soul like his to guide,
To love,
To comfort,
To treasure,
To make one.
He was broken,
Like a bottle broken into shatters,
On the ground,
Some of the pieces never to be found.
She was broken too,
Waiting to be mended,
Lending a helping hand to those who needed to be tended.

She waltzed in,
Despite her broken pieces,
like a beautiful ballerina,
Or an elegant swan gliding across the lake,
She came in, as the glue to your glass.
As she gave, you took,
As she sacrificed, you were satisfied.
To her you were the world,
But who knew you could be so cold.
You were too caught up in your mess,
To realize you had the BEST.
You mistook her for the ugly duckling, valuing her as nothing.
Like a leech you leeched off what you could get,
When she was sucked off and frail
Like no fairy tale,
The letter in a bottle at your feet,
Was like deserted treasure
When you threw it back into the sea.