My Heartstrings

I had her shoe in hand Her fragrance hesitant to leave the room The clock had struck midnight And my Cinderella left my heart Leaving me clinging to the memories I had of her See, she came with the promise to love One of a kind, pure like a dove But all she did was dance and make merry For by midnight she had to hurry As fast as she came, she left In anguish i cried out loud and wept The chord on my heart strings Turned from a ballard to a dirge And each pluck of the string took me back to my oblivion Where love was a distant past and an improbale future