Cinderalla Poem by Nom Nom Nom

My life is a fairytale waiting to happen;
I am just waiting to win the millions;
My lips are raw;
that people dig through with there hands and claws;

Grr they scream as I make my way;
past all the people who tried to run away;
Im Cinderalla the one whos waiting for her prince;
who lost her glass slipper and havent seen it since;
I shouldnt have went, I knew something was in the clouds;
but it struck 12, and I tried to push through the crowds;

Guys all around me were looking at me strange;
but I didnt want any one to see me change!
so I ran down the steps to my little orange pumpkin;
but I never made it, the prince lifted up my chin;
and when he was about to kiss me, it struck twelve oh one;
I turned back to my normal human;
I wasnt no princess trying to find a rich guy;
I dont care if hes rich, poor, or shy;
because I thought this prince was going to be disgusted;
he didnt run, he thought I was trusted;
to those around me;
but I hid from him because I didnt want him to see;
that for one beautiful night I was this girl who won hearts;
but tried to run, and forgot about that tiny part;
that teeny tiny part that nobody could take away from me;
he saw it and smiled as I let tried to get free;
he didnt laugh or start looking for another girl;
he stayed with me, which my heart started to swirl.

~ Nom ~