I spend my days like Cinderella

I spend my days like Cinderella
I want a prince of America
I love to dance like Cinderella
I want to live in America

I squeeze my pillow at night
Thinking of holding him tight
In my arms and in my bed
Why God acts like He is dead

I change the channel of TV
May be He is in the movie
I look for him in the web
But I find nowhere my babe

I have waited for so long
To write and sing a love song
Only for him for the dance
So no one else stand a chance

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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