Cinderella had her slipper, which was made of glass.
Something so small, yet, so delicate.
And I, much like Cinderella, have something made of glass.
Something so small, yet, oh so delicate.
It’s my heart.
And I think the clock just struck Midnight.
But only one of us can get our happily-ever-after.
And here’s a spoiler:
It’s the broad with the wacky footwear.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Cinderella had her slipper, which was made of glass.
Something so small, yet, so delicate.
And I, much like Cinderella, have something made of glass.
Something so small, yet, oh so delicate.
It’s my heart.
And I think the clock just struck Midnight.
But only one of us can get our happily-ever-after.
And here’s a spoiler:
It’s the broad with the wacky footwear.
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