Like a door frame unhinged, I’m left wondering which way I’m leaning. As the seamstress dances away in silk linings to ballgowns worn dining, I’m stuck sowing and weaving Cinderella’s rejects on a gorgeous evening.
Like a door frame unhinged, I’m neither East nor West, hot nor cold. I called to order a dream, a magnificent dream, 5 years later I awake in a daze to find I’m still on hold.! Shooting star won’t you be kind, within myself sleeping beauty please may I find…but wait, were her dreams as fair as she.?
If a frog I kissed and no sparks flew nor a prince I got, would that be a sign.? Common sense a myth, fairy tales at their peak, like a door frame unhinged, East or West which one do I seek.?