Ephemeral Love
By: Anonymous

I felt like Cinderella at the ball,
It started off with a magical dance,
From the crowd of princesses, I was small,
Even so, you spotted me with one glance.

You and I were a match made in heaven,
We went together like PB and J.
It was good luck like the number seven.
Our love connected like a flower lei.

We soon found we were a match made in hell.
We were mismatching like a pair of socks.
T' was bad luck, under the ladder I fell.
Our love was artificial like botox.

We said our "farewells" and took our own paths.
Now all I need is a relaxing bath.

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