Midnight

Is wanting more than you have
really such a crime?
Waiting for that happiness
to come in its sweet time

Wanting to be swept away
never to look back
Then falling down that awful hill
like Jill and her dear Jack

Finally she sees a chance
one she intends to take
Only to find out that she
was nothing but a flake

The clock tower has struck twelve
this pumpkin lost her chance
She couldn’t steel true loves kiss,
didn’t spark one in advance

So now she sits all alone
crying out her eyes
All because her friend just
took true loves sweet prize


:::note to readers--
If you didn't get the falke part..maybe this will clear it up
FLAKE:
noun: a person with an unusual or odd personality
get it now?:::