walking on glass,
slave to the time that passes.
in the cover of midnight.
scarred by life's falling ashes.
Cinderella, can't you see?
we are all the same.
standing tall with bruised knees,
singing through the pain.
dancing in dreams,
in hopes of escaping fate's tendrils.
masked from reality,
deep down, we're all going mental.
until midnight rings,
love, we're all walking on glass.
and the slippers won't fit,
if the hour of dreaming doesn't pass.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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