The hollowness inside,
racing up and down.
Just like a dreamy girl, really,
waiting, and keep wishing.
Will it be extraordinary?
Can sparks be waited?
Or, is he The One?
Shall we pray upon a wishing pond?
Or be more realist,
to turn our hope to things that we can hold on to?
Or can this ever be reasoned?
Perhaps, Cinderella is just a lucky dreamy girl after all.
As romantic as a dreamer can be,
it takes a prince to actualise the legendary tale.
Perhaps.
Yet waiting for the unknown,
excruciating.
So just drop the fable,
because maybe what will be, will be.
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