CINDER

You caught a beautiful woman last night. You took her to the dancing hall so she could dance.

You were drunk i assume but you said some words that triggered all it could, mostly the truth. 

Leaving her with a kiss, melting her last breath, you swept her off her feet and she named you charming without knowing you are a beast, one heck of a beast.

  Though you can't recall what she looks like, but she is staring at you right now, she walks through your part with hope that you would look at her like you did last night. 

She has that beautiful smile from the night of the dinner, now it is wearing off 'cos it is certain you don't remember; she is Cinderella.

Heart broken, she left your sight. Carrying her stain, she ran away. She yet soon stopped by the hallway, the hallway from yesterday. 

She checked left and right then balanced on her feet, her ballet began and she saw herself swim, in a dance that sings be free.

She is Cinderella; you just lost a lady, because you like playing. 

What a waste of flirt, the greatest offense. She is *CINDERELLY*