Dreams

dreams repeat over and over again
when the clock ticks
when midnight arrives
turns my carridge into a pumpkin
and my dress turns to rags
i loose a slipper
7 horses turn to mice
my hair brushes against my neck as it falls out of the golden locks
i once had
now i am left with a glass slipper and two ugly stepsisters
waiting for prince charming to drive up
and carry me away
i cant wait forever
might as well lock me in a tower
or give me a posined apple =p