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You Are the Fairytale Prince

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BellaPotter

Published: Nov 7, 2008

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You are the fairytale prince,
And I’m the ugly
Stepsister,
Watching you court
Cinderella—
You are the fairytale prince,
And I’m the wicked
Queen,
Crying when you kiss
Snow White—
You are the fairytale prince,
And I’m the evil
Enchantress,
Wishing I was your
Sleeping Beauty—
You are the fairytale prince,
And I’m lying
Here,
Waiting for my turn
To be a princess.

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MilesTailsPrower-007

Jan 18, 2009

I left this in my messagebox since you posted it because I really, really like it and didn't want to lose the link to it. :'D

The idea for it was just really excellent. Very well written. I liked the use of repetition. The whole thing is really just "wow" and I don't know what else to say about it.

Go you!

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