Rambling thoughts of a distraught Cinderella
What if the shoe doesn't fit
Because that's always a possibility
My foot could be sollen from all of today's chores
My feet could be sollen from when I stomped it earlier
My feet could have grown
What if they have?
Will my prince still recognizes me
But decides to trust the permanent shoe over ever changing feet.
if the shoe doesn't fit and he looks me in eye and tells me I'm not the one
Than he takes a girl whose feet do fit
what then
What if she loves him to the end of her days
She gives him her all
She give him a child
Maybe a son maybe a daughter?
and lives the life I should be having
What if the shoe doesn't even matter
If he looks me in the eyes and recognizes me
When I open my mouth to greet him and my voice sparks the same flames we felt those long nights
Then he throws out the shoe and takes me to be his
He takes me and we live happily together till the end
What if I need to be brave
Take a breath
And try on this shoe to find out