
By cosma
When I close my eyes,
here is what I see,
glass slippers of every size,
but none that quite fit me.
I could make them all fit,
if I cut off parts of myself,
if I would be counterfeit,
and put my heart on shelf.
I have choices, more than a few,
but the choice with my attention
has nothing to do with a shoe,
a social climb, or royal ascension.
We are happy in the moment,
will we be happy in the next?
Is true love our bestowment,
or is it just a dreamer’s pretext?
The future is a worry for tomorrow,
when we count happiness by the day.
So let tomorrow never come,
And happily ever after be happily today.


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