This was another midnight poem last night. There’s something about trying to sleep that makes my mind work on overdrive.
Cinderella went to the ball,
She was fairest of them all.
She danced in sparkling crystal shoes,
With the only suitor she did choose.
When midnight struck she ran away
To hide the truth she wore each day.
She would hide in her ashes and soot,
And cherish the glass worn on her foot.
But what if, instead, she chose to stay?
What would the startled prince have to say
When the beautiful girl turned to grime?
I doubt he’d whisper, “you are mine”.
But, since she fled the prince’s arms
She left behind her winning charms.
So in love he searched and wandered.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.