Still Waiting

My beautiful glass slipper
Patiently waits there,
Lying still and silent
On the fifteenth stair.
It's wonderfully crafted,
Perfect in every way.
You looked down upon it,
But then you turned away.
And now I'm waiting sadly,
For you to find my shoe,
And search for every maiden,
Until my love finds you.
But I've given up all hope now,
Of ever being found.
You've forgotten that my shoe,
Is still lying on the ground.
It seems that handsome prince,
On his noble steed,
Was never really there at all,
But you're still everything I need.
Please pick up my glass slipper,
And come rescue me.