Standing on the Edge

Standing on the edge of my principles. Reaching my arm, fingers outstretched, toes barely behind the line. Reaching, reaching, reaching. Do I dare touch the unclean thing? Is it so wrong to be human?

Another Valentine's Day Come and Gone

Midnight has passed and my webbed foot did not fit the glass slipper. The coach turned to a pumpkin. The mad hatter just tipped his hat at me. I am encased in a tomb of ice from a magic spell from the evil witch. Hey... it could be worse... all of this could be real.

Quietly singing... Someday my prince will come. Sarcastic voice enters at sound of needle slipping on old 45 record. It's just a fairytale!!!!

Not Looking for a Beauty Queen

It's not a beauty queen he's looking for. He's been hurt by another. He's not takin' chances.

He's just looking for some love and acceptance... someone who will understand and deep embrace his soul.

Me? I never left much of a footprint... at least not one that anybody noticed.

Maybe that's the kind of girl he's needed. Maybe he can let me fall into his arms and hold me.

Coz he's a keeper.