Not A Cindarella Story Poem by Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao

Our eyes connect
through a sea of bouncing souls.
Everyone fades from existence
as she illuminates the room
of dark clouds and raging hearts.
I rub my eyes in question,
'Have I witness divinity
or the bottom of the bottle? '.
I inch closer and closer
As she waits patiently smiling,
Knowing I come with words of diplomacy.
But as she brung eternity in a minute,
she vanishes in a second.
Leaving me stranded under the night sky
amongst peers with no names to match elegance.
The clock strikes twelve
and Cinderella leaves no glass slippers
to end this story with a kiss.
but as the day starts a new,
so does a life time of questions.