Walking through the mall, looking for a party dress this evening, this came to my mind. I think it’s sort of rough. It’s funny to me as an artistic person, that I find myself fashioning my thoughts into verse. I was told by someone that my poetry is more digestible than my prose. True?
Living in a lover’s world
Struggling in the chokehold
Affection remains on sale
Chocolate never fades or goes stale
I peek in windows for my perfect fit–
Will we ever be happy with what we get?
Cinderella’s chattering, telling tales
Scores of girls searching for phantom males
Sorry to reveal–Prince Charming is a trick!
But you can craft your fairytale any way you pick.