Cinderella
Across the floor we glide.
You and I, our bodies collide.
The magic sizzled in the air.
Only you and I and the stars were there.
We could of continued forever,
If not for the stroke of midnights endeavor.
And midnight stole away with my fairytale.
Leaving me here to remember, our farewell.
Longing for you and the night before.
Because for you I will always
Be left wanting more.
Sarah Comstock
7/4/1998
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