A Perfect Gift - Wrong [Pruning Poetry]

Looks can be decieving,
It was a big box,
Beautifully wrapped,
In a silky purple bow.

Thinking a hundred things,
Wondering what it could be,
Happy, I know it's something;
Something awesome and fun.

Closing my eyes and wishing;
Wishing for everything I wanted,
A beautiful Birthday this is,
My life is so perfect right now.

It's in front of my, staring,
Looking deeply into my eyes,
Burning, with anticipation,
I'm holding the loops now.

Opening it slowly, still thinking;
Pondering again, and more, again,
I want this, I want it to be that,
Please lord, oh please, please.

The bow is off, laying next to me,
Dangling off the edge of the table,
The lip underneath the tips of my fingers,
I grab it harder, grasp it harder.

It's off now, and I'm disappointed;
Disappointed indeed my friend,
Who could give this as a gift to me;
Especially me, who get's everything.