Pumpkin Patch

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I am not a princess
I don't do sparkling eyes
My hair ties into knots
My clothes well... they're not always the right size

I have a prince charming
He's called Teddy and he sits on my bed
My pumpkin coach is a rumbling train
My ball gown... well lets not go there.

I dont like the sound of squealing
I'm... kind of, afraid of mice
My guardian angel is my pillow
My fairy mother is my bed.
My real mother, shes not evil
Just frazzled from her job.


I'm not ravishingly beautiful
I dont do tooth-aching sweet
I'm not always kind or nice or supportive
Sometimes I'm even mean


I went to my graduating formal
The dress was hard to afford
It didnt look that great anyway,
It was a bit bigger than it looked.
My date nearly lost my stuff
I thought I'd go in jeans.
Cinderella story? I think not.
I even spilled my drink.

Long summer days at the beach then?
The thermometer never hit 30
And the rain, oh the rain, it rained
Every day of the week.
Walks in the rain then? One umbrella?
Dont be daft.
We were both too busy,
Way too busy to ask.

What about the new start, the new beginning?
The one you'd said would come?
I dont know, it remains foretold
A glimmer of flames in the dark...

But lets face it, Billions of people
Amassed, to the music, sways
All lost in their wave of despair and desire
To think, that a few must be lost
And very few ever found
And who am I to have such luck?