Glass Slipper

July 14, 2013
I want my glass slipper,
can't tell you how bad.
I want my prince and
my carriage gold clad.

I don't want my first dance
to be my sad last.
I want a friend who
will forget my past.

Someone to care for me
as person not thing.
I want to be judged
on me, not my rings.

But I simply cannot
sit and wait that long,
for no one will come
wave wand to my song.

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