My Own Glass Slippers
And I dance,
With a prince on the floor,
I know its real,
I've been here before,
In a dream,
Where morning broke the spell,
He holds me close,
Promised to catch me if I fell,
He smiles now,
My heart is in a race,
I cannot keep ,
This smile off my face
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2014
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