Waking Beauty

September 29, 2011
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Waking Up
I see no prince before me
Waking me with his kiss
Instead I see my plain, white ceiling
I do not step out of a beautiful glass coffin
No instead I (somehow) manage to drag myself out of bed
I hear no birdsong with which I could sing along
Instead I hear the blaring of my alarm clock
It seems the role models of my childhood
Have given me false expectations





Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

Lexie96 said...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 7:36 pm
I like the overall contents of the poem, but I think I would have used a word like pretenses or something along those lines for the end... but that's just me personally. Think that maybe you could check out my poem sometime?
 
Rachel-S replied...
Oct. 25, 2011 at 8:53 pm
Thanks for the feedback! I'll definately check your poems out!
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback