Let me be your Cinderella
Fuck the glass slipper.
Fuck the silver castle.
Fuck the pretty dresses.
Fuck the midnight balls.
I'd trade every last one
Just for the chance that
You could make me fall
In love with you again
YOU ARE READING
Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
