Cinderella Cliche

July 12, 2011
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All I have left are red slippers
they rush so many memories into my cerebrum
your hair lusher than horses' manes
softer than cotten
your laugh
millions of bells backed up with a quartet of doves
oh your face
beautiful godess
mysterious wonder
all the same
dimensions apart

I inquire at my own nub
where is she?
did you allow her?
run after your dear!
save the trouble
you who are trash at its worst
wothout her presense

Sweet Night cover me with your face
invade my vessel
make me darkness
I shall travel tonight to see her
return the slippers
make her mine again
but before 12

tick tick tick
there! my lady yonder!
so lovely! here your slippers!
oh how happy she looks
wait! come back!

does she not hear or see me?
oh despicable Night!
forbidable desite!
she cannot handle me because of Night's work
it is 12:01
she has become the moon
Night had a plan instored for me

I am the darkness that surrounds the moon
unable to touch it for myself
Night has done this to torture me
he has returned to his true form
a human as well
I the stupid fool
tricked by infatuation and red slippers

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