Cinderella’s Rockefeller

You were my Cinderella’s Rockefeller,
Pockets full of fancies,
With smiling eyes that hypnotised,
That hurricane advances.

More villainous than Herod,
Dealing dreams instead of flesh..
I thought I’d found my everything,
My heartfelt dearest wish.

But streaming vapours
Hid the truth, the face I couldn’t see,
’twas no glass slipper in your hand,
Your love was not for me.

A villain not my saviour,
A scoundral through and through,
You took my love, my everything,
Now all that’s left is you.

There’s a hurricane raging in my brain,
It’s all that’s left of me,
Until you find another fool,
Then death will set me free.

©Cathie Tufnail

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