"cinderelly" poems
Poor Annaliese, with no knowledge about life
You lived your life sheltered
Out of human strife
You bathe with diamonds and rose scents
With golden spoon on your tongue
And a lot of dishes to pick upon.
Lovely fabrics; red, yellow and blue
Glass slippers— Cinderelly you're true
Smile Annaliese, Show your warmth
Show ignorance, Let them know you're proud
Wave side to side, Gentle curtsy my dear
Show off your wealth, Know no fear
Silly Annaliese, When you laugh they shouldn't hear
You sheltered brat, arrogant and rude
You dance so well and fake good
Goodness gracious, what would happen if you stepped out of your castle
Will you be able to survive the riot? The rattle?
**** Annaliese, learn to live!
Stop being dependent on what your majesty gives
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Kiss me before Midnight, or I'm gone for good.
My glass slipper broke under my fist, you see,
and my mother won't glue it together.
My pumpkin just died,
and I'm sick of watching my Prince Charming go off into the back room with another girl.
It tickles when mice run under my dress, and
Oh.
Last call?
Good.
Great.
I'm getting sorta tired of hiding in this bathroom stall.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC