Her First Ball
She felt like an enchanted princess,
Her hair resplendent in gold,
Clothed in fluttering folds of fabric
Like a flower unfurled in Spring.
On the arm of a Champion,
She spun around on the dance floor
Like a china doll in a music box.
How can this dream be shattered—
Like a snow globe dropped on the stone
By oafish, fumbling fingers—
By the cruel, thoughtless words
Of a long-time friend
Who had waited too long to ask her,
And still doesn't understand?
How can he leave her crumpled, crying, on the stairs?
How can this mere boy ruin everything?