On nights like this
I just wished I was Cinderella
For all I crave for
Is for you to want me
Out of the entire worldBring me my shoe
That I left behind
When the clock strikes midnight
I'll have to leaveBut the difference between
Cinderella and I
Is that she left because
She was scaredYou wouldn't accept her
For who she was
She was just
A poor maiden
With a beautiful heartI left
Because you didn't want
Me to stay
Or perhaps
You never loved me
Since the beginningAnd the difference between
You and the prince
Was that
The prince came looking for her
While you
Found someone else- Cinderella
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕