I never asked for this to happen,
oh I'm the fairest of them all,
Forbidden fruit you climbed,
With weak knees you took the fall;
In time this wound will heal,
A scar will take it's place,
You'll hold that slipper empty,
It's shimmer holds my face.
It belongs not to a princess,
For a princess I can not be,
Yet yours I am eternal,
I'll follow the yellow brick road to you,
The slipper will not break,
But will it ever fit,
It's glass is laced with hope,
It's shine may fade a bit,
It stands the test of time...
It fits no one but me,
But no one holds the shoe but you...
Fairy tales have happy endings,
What happens when they are true?
Friday, June 13, 2008
~ Holding The Shoe ~
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fairy tale,
Princess,
shoe
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