"Cinderella, Cinderella, let down your hair!"
Wait.
This is the wrong story.
Cinderella began to allow her loose, yellow, locks
To fall from her window
to her visitor.
"Rapunzel, my love!
I've been waiting for you."
The long-haired princess shouted.
"Cinderella, I
Could not escape from the prince."
The prince chased
and chased
and chased
Rapunzel
Even when she yelled,
"Prince Charming.
I don't think of you
as anything more than
a friend!"
Cinderella and Rapunzel
Sat in Cinderella's tower,
eating cereal and sipping orange juice.
"I'm so happy
that you got away
from that prince."
Cinderella said,
handing Rapunzel a pair
of brand new, red sneakers.
And a ring,
To ask for her happily ever after.
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Wishes May Come True...
PoetryA sequel to "Wishful Thinking", this will include my poetry from age 16-18. I'm still a mess, but I'm learning how to get better.
