A/N: Ok, well this is what happens when I listen to the 'Wicked' soundtrack for three days straight. It's also a lovechild of very little sleep, and plenty of caffine. I hope you enjoy, it's nothing fancy, prolly full of errors but have fun. Please review, it feeds me!
Disclaimer: I don't own much, I don't own Star Wars and I don't own Wicked, sadness. Plenty of thanks to George Lucas, Gregory Maguire, and Stephan Schwartz for the awesome ideas!
I'm not that Girl
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl...
I've loved himin silence andfrom a distance since we were children, younglings in the Temple creche. He has always had a grace, an elegance to his every movement that amazes me. Perfect. That's what everyone calls him. He visits me in my dreams, telling me of the love that we could never share. He is in my every thought, haunting me.
Don't dream too far
Don't loose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl...
In my dreams we're together, happy without a care in the galaxy. We laugh, we dance, we love and I smile. This play-land of mine is my haven. I can think of what might have happened and not worry about what is not. In my dream world I'm content, with my love but then reality returns. I realize that he is not mine and that we aren't together and can never be. My heart aches.
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in...
I am destined to be alone. My love for him will never be proclaimed, he has chosen another. She is beautiful, perfect, just like him. He seems happy. Content with her, content with never knowing of my love. My soul leaps to see him smile but it dies when I realize he's smiling for another and not I. She has won, their lives filled with joy while I watch in the shadows.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...
My dreams, my heart; shattered. I should have known not to dream, not to wish. With a life such as mine I should have known I could never truly be happy. I'm not perfect. I wasn't made that way, I was made to suffer, made to be alone. I glance up into my mirror, my tattoos even darker than normal in the dim light. He has chosen and it wasn't me.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl.