Thats sits on a desk in my room

Its contents were rich and fullfilling

I rememberd the sweet nectar I did consume

The bottle is now empty

But its radiant design

Made me want to keep it

Its attraction, so divine

The bottle gave me courage

Silly as that may sound

But it has a magical apperance

Which lifts me when I am down

But on one winter evening

The bottle jarred and fell

And all my hope went with it

I bid my bottle farewell

The green and purple pieces

Saw their last day on my desk

Everyone thinks my sadness

Over my bottle is burlesque

But my green and purple bottle

Was the most beautiful fixation

And now that my bottle is gone

On my desk there is a spot of deprevation