~Elphaba's Poem~
I never had the chance to tell her how I feel.
And when I left, I left my heart
Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely.
Goodness knows the Wicked die alone.
And, oh, how alone I am.
I see the colors everywhere.
Grey.
Grey that turns into sparking blue.
Blue that surges out and drowns me.
Blue the color of Glinda's eyes.
Blue.
Blue that turns into haunting pink.
Pink that spears through my chest.
Pink the color of Glinda's softest blush.
And they circle each other, yin and yang.
And they create all that I left behind.