andrea mireles

Mis Quince

Today is the day, my day to be special.
My day to be a princess, with my crown and dress.
My hair is curled, my make up is pretty, my dress flawless.
The photographer arrives, and turns into a paparazzi.
Full of energy, yet tired of smiling and my day has just begun.

The limo has arrived, its time for church.
I walk down the aisle, all eyes on me.
I begin to feel nervous and hold on tighter to my friend.

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