-dream-
She then got tangled in her floor length gown,
Hustle, bustle, she collected herself down.
Up she stared to see her charming prince of dream,
Woke up from her sleep, when she heard her own scream.
How she wanted that to be true with no lies,
But never she got same prince again in front her eyes.
-Jazz 22 feb 2015
Copyright © Jasmine Choudhary | Year Posted 2015
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