My Cinderella NightA Poem by RileyA poem inspired off of actual eventsIt started as two friends hanging out, But at the end of the night, things had went a different route. We were supposed to go bowling, but we weren’t really in the mood, So instead, we decided to grab some food. We figured it would best if we didn’t make it look like a date, So, we decided to go to a place that I hate. Where girls serve food just barely half dressed, But your reactions made me impressed. You kept your attention focused on me, Instead of the server with big b***s and skinny body. After we left, you let me drive your car, Because you had had a few drinks from their bar. I drove you to a place with my favorite view, But we couldn’t stay long because I had a curfew. Things were almost perfect but then the court house clock began to chime, We looked at each other, sad that it was past my allotted time. You said, “Well, we best go before my car turns back into a pumpkin again.” Then you quickly added, “Throw me your shoe so this doesn’t have to be the end.” I tossed my shoe across the parking lot, of course! Then I asked, “Since your car is Mustang, shouldn’t it turn back into a horse?” You laughed then we drove back to where my car was left, You walked me to my car, to insure that I was safely kept, You gave me a hug, and said you wished you could do more, I replied, “What are you waiting for?” That’s when it happened; you leaned in and gave me a kiss, A moment of perfect internal bliss. When your lips were on mine, I no longer cared about being late, I couldn’t believe this night had turned into a date. When your lips pulled away from mine, We both knew we were in a bine. For our love had to remain a secret and stay hidden, Because our love was forbidden. When a smile came across your face, I placed myself within your embrace. No matter what came our way, we would always remember how this moment felt so right, And that’s why I call it, My Cinderella Night.
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4 Reviews Added on August 14, 2012 Last Updated on August 14, 2012 AuthorRileyEvansville, INAboutMy name is Riley, I am married to a chef/ kitchen manager, and we have three kids, and four dogs. I love writing, and have been writing for years, I'm leery about sharing my work, because I'm afraid.. more..Writing
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