Cinderella's PrinceCinderella's Prince by kaotic-sammii
Why is the princess crying?
Why is her wall crashing down?
Why is she worried it's not real?
Cinderella fell in love.
With a Prince...no less.
'Twas an accident, she swears.
The hopeless romantic.
That's what she was called.
Is the fairytale coming true?
Her Prince is everything she wanted.
For once, her heart may not be broken.
Maybe..maybe her wishes are coming true.
She still feels like it's a dream.
Even after almost a year.
Funny what love does to you.
Where's the glass slipper?
Safe with him, in his heart.
It won't be shattered again.
She let him break the walls down.
She's crying, but out of happiness.
The countless stars granted her wish.
"I wish.." no longer said.
"I love you" took it's place.
The perfect fairytale ending.
Dear Cinderella's Prince,
She loves you. After all..
You're the knight in shining armor.
The Piano ManThe Piano Man by kaotic-sammii
She sat in that dingy bar, not belonging there, but not shooed away either. Dirty, dull maroon hair gathered up in a messy bun, an occasional sip from her dusty glass of liquor. A man pounds at the piano, his fingers flying across the keys as he sings a haunted melody. Next to her glass sits an old harmonica that hasn't been used in years. The clock on the wall tells the lonely girl that its 9 o'clock, another typical Saturday night spent at that small bar. The regular crowd shuffles into the bar, waiting to hear the piano man play. Paul, the unwedded real estate novelist, made his usual conversation with the one from the Navy, ironically named Davy. Businessmen, tired from their days of nothing, pour into the bar and loose themselves in vodka and tonics, the lone waitress bustles around them talking in political tongues. A buddy of the piano man's was John, always dreaming of being a movie star, but was stuck instead here, contenting himself to bring the pianist's drinks for free. But