Does It Fit?

I was the princess at the ball.
I wore my glass slippers,
one fell off because it was slightly oversized,
I’m not perfect,
it’s possible one foot is bigger than the other.
You should see my sisters.
They were cheap slippers anyway.

My Prince.
He had been watching me for sometime,
he doesn’t know me,
so he doesn’t know the pleasure I get from him watching me.
I think he know’s I’m shy.

The clock struck home time,
and as charming as ever he was.
I could hardly speak,
my cloth quickly turning to rags in front of his eyes.
My pumpkin arrived,
ashamed and shy I galloped off.
I think I left my heart behind,
I hope he finds it and it fits.

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