By Allie Marie
A glass slipper falls to the floor.
I ran and my dancing dress tore.
You have kept me wanting more.
Broken, but I must allow my heart to soar.
I am counting clocks and racing time.
I live for moments I can’t rewind.
Obligation is a mighty tool
and my stepmother is awfully cruel.
So come and find me quick.
You know what they say – if the shoe fits.