In this poem, a lover wants his lost love back…
I want my Cinderella back
I want my Fairy Godmother back
I know backstabbing hurts in the back
But stabbing the heart hurts more than back
It’s been a while since your call
Let’s meet on the hill including all
As I told I will never cross my limits
Just make sure we have regular calls and meets
You will be always a part of my heart
Can’t fit more since it will tear apart
I don’t think I can send you this
If you ever get this gift, it means
I love you so much miss
