Bippity, Boppity, BOO!
She runs to the ball without a clue,
Dances with prince as happy as she gets,
But she better get out before the sun sets,
Before she knew she began to run,
Her dress would go when the night was young,
The princess act was pretty much done,
She ran away and as she cried,
She knew she loved him though she lied,
Leaving a shoe so he would remember,
Remember the princess,
Realizing he loved her... </3
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The life of a torn girl.
I will spill my heart out in this journal. It will be mostily in poetry but thats what makes it so great.
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