::Wednesday, February 01, 2006::
Cinderella Gone WrongIts like a twisted Cinerella story.
Mine is true - hers is better,
but I got to be a princess first.
My eight months of royalty
died on friday when the clock struck 9,
where my hansome prince promptly
pushed me down the stairs,
stole my slipper and my dignity
and went back inside.
I went home with a mascara-stained face
sentanced to sweep up the dust
that used to be my heart.
Cinderella had it made.
She had a following of loyal friends,
She looked pretty even when she cried,
and she could whistle while she worked.
I hate you, Cinderella.
There is no one knocking at my door
trying to return my slipper
...although I wish there were.
My story is real - hers is better.
K, so obviously Im still working on this whole healing thing. I couldnt sleep the other night and this is what came out, so there you go. Thank you for your patience with me. I love you all.
:: 7:39 AM::
::Hailey Jeanne::
girl| OXOXOXOXOXOX | femme | loves | piano | guitar | long romantic walks on the beach |
writing| singing | pineapple | the color orange | white chocolate | family | my roomie | laughing out loud | blowing bubbles | smiling | Softsoap Milk & Honey body wash | making up my own words |
