I don’t deserve to be with you
Like a broken statue doesn’t serve to be
In the home of some prestigious collector
Like the work of some amateur doesn’t
Belong beside the Mona Lisa
Like cheap tarnished tin doesn’t belong
With shining gold and rubies

But the thing is,
No one else sees it
Because you’re not
A shining jewel
A priceless painting
Or some beautiful sculpture
You’re a misfit
A diamond in the rough
Unpolished ore
A da Vinci hidden under paint
Something of beautiful worth
That no one yet knows about

Golden eyes
Strike her as she slips
Through the door to twilight

She knods to them and
Swiftly turns away
Hiding out amongst the oak
As the eyes hunt down their prey

A tender tiptoe snaps a twig
The pupils fix on her
Startled she stares back
And their glow begins to near

Stumble, gasp, fall

Their shine leaves her entranced
As they pass their magic on

Haze seeps into her surrounding
Her eyelids snap shut
Her head begins to grows heavy
As the precious metal of success
Begins to lay it's tracks

Soft words quietly spoken
From a heart so long broken
It's forgotten how to be fixed