The Mysterious Bracelet

One by one being made.
Every day with sweat and tears.
Sitting on the shelf waiting.
As the people walk by.
They take my family and friends.
But they leave me alone as if I’m ugly.

Waiting for her to come.
Watching the day go by.
Day and night.
Counting 1, 2, 3 until she comes.
“Tap tap” goes the plastic.
I fall down.

The day is here.
She came for me
To look at me, as if I look like a furry gorilla
To take me home.
For ever and ever.
To put me in a box like if it was a cage.
To keep safe
For the special someone
Here she is!