What if the glass slipper was designed to slip from her foot,
To stop her from escaping one prison for another?
What if snow white didn't even want to get married,
And just live with seven men whom she could call brother?
What if beauty put her family first and romance was the price?
And she liked the girl next door more than a man paying the price for his vice?
What if ariel never even liked men with two feet?
But he treated her better than those living underneath.
What if love is an illusion, a trap we fall into by chance?
And my the time realisation hits, there's no turning back.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips