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.