This is my first wicked one-shot. It's a poem of mine that I wrote and after I wrote it, I thought to myself: 'Wow, why am I thinking of Wicked right now?'. So I altered the poem a bit so it could fit better.
R/R, please! I plan on making more Wicked fanfics very soon!
-Ophelia
Gripping the black hat that is now surrounded in dust and cobwebs,
You remember her smile,
How happy she was when you gave her such a horrid looking hat.
But that smile, her smile, was contagious.
Her smile and your smile shining in her perfect harmony,
Like it was meant to be.
This hat isn't enough, you know it.
It wasn't her
It wasn't your Elphie
It wasn't a picture, a moment that could be captured to hold onto forever.
Your eyes are unsatisfied...you want more.
Why couldn't you that radiant smile of hers
turn into the cackle you missed the most?
Her perfectly shaped lips of that smile,
the kind that never
seemed to frown.
And when they did, somehow you made it better.
Her lips, which you haven't kissed since she melted into nothing.
Her name, is a ghost upon you own lips.
Say it once,
You find yourself reliving the dreadful day,
The day your love melt away.
Her arms, the ones that wrapped around you
in the darkest of nights and in the lightest of days.
And now, all that's left is the painful truth
that she will never return.
"Move on," they said.
'I can't she's dead! Her name is set in stone!'
"You'll find someone, what's done is done"
'Without her I'm alone'
It seems a bit messy but what did you think?
-Ophelia
