Oh, how perfect I felt on her foot.
Tickled by her wriggling toes,
wet with her sweat,
I matched perfectly--
With her, and her dress.
A reflection of a
beautiful blonde princess
glimmered on my surface.
The gracious sound of clicks
echoing down the hallway.
We moved along the dance floor
In a simple rhythm:
Her, the Prince, and I.
I glided along the shiny floors,
swaying to melodic music.
A loud noise startled the crowd,
disturbing the sweet music hanging in the air,
marking midnight.
She panicked, leaving the Prince
In the middle of the ball room.
She ran, ran her heart out
down the endless sea of steps.
She was moving too quick,
And I began to lose grip.
I hung on with all that I had,
But it did me no good.
The sea devoured me,
leaving me alone,
as she escaped.
I was not noticed.
No one bothered to take me
and find my perfect match.
I was just kicked aside,
like I was trash.
I will never find my perfect match.
