Another Cinderella Story


The clock struck twelve

The glass slipper slipped

Away, away.

Her heart left for dead

She mistook his level

Heartbreak, heartbreak.

In a mind much madder to delve

Thoughts run sideways, flipped

Doomsday, doomsday.

His soul hung by a thread

He made a deal with the devil

Too late, too late.

-Mel

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