pink silk, floral embroidery black ribbon, white trimmings paired with soft slippers & a twinkling tiara Bibbidi-bobbidi- Boo!
mirror flashed, smiling sweetly is a princess; skirt floating & feathery feet pivoting dancing in the woods with merry deer & singing birds follow the faeries, drown in their music the shinning flutes & playful pipe luring one to a gentle doze
low bells chiming woke up to an enchanted ruin, go home, go home crawling thorns & ****** roses greedy crows & harden earth body bursting & long limbs stretching mirror grinned, a princess no more but a grown woman
I'm selling my princess dress today, reckon I wouldn't wear it anymore. It used to meant the world to me, I literally fought my mother to get one, but growing old is both a delightful & terrible thing. I don't have to sell it, it's almost like my last piece of innocence and childhood, but I thought there's no use clinging to a lost past.