Cinderella
Hide your twinkling eyes behind your kerchief.
Pluck the smile from your curving lips,
the blush from your rosy cheeks.
Straighten your back,
smooth your gossamer gown.
Hike the satin gloves back up your dainty arms,
press your hair back into place.
With your tilted chin in your china hand,
your gaze locks onto another’s
across a crowded dance floor.
Is he your true Prince Charming?
Do you feel it in your heart,
that he’s the one?
And will you have this dance, my dear?
Your crystal glass pumps await,
to twirl about this gilded ballroom.
So take hold of his hand,
so warm in yours,
and let him pull you onto the crowded floor.
Your time is almost up.
The clock ticks your chances away.
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