I'm just one twisted Cinderella.

The Footman my devoted sub
And every night my feet would get rubbed.

Write some verse
and
call it poetry,

an opportunity
to see what your
poetry
can do.

each confession a mission
to rid me of pain,
every line follows on,
a reminder to remember
again.

So we write out the wrong
if we can and become
better men
then we remember
the pain once again
and we write out some more.

I flow only upstream
adept at
fighting each dream
and the ripples are
mountains to climb.

Let my little, soft pale hands help you with that, don't worry i will be gentle with that. Can't you see I'm trying to help you with that.

Somedays i feel like I'm not even here, the hours and minutes passed by so quick and I think to myself oh dear.

Rain rain go away you make me want to drink whiskey all **** day.