Disclaimer: What? What are you looking at? Do I have something in my teeth? Is my underskirt showing? Okay let's get this over and done with? No I don't own wicked? Yes, I never owned it? No? I didn't have delusions of owning it as a child?
A/N: My sad attempt at poetry because it seemed to fit wicked.
How Do You Measure A Year?
In her birth?
In her first word?
In the centimetres she grew?
In the first steps she took?
In the first words she spoke?
In the schools she attended?
In the insults she suffered through?
In the exam marks she received?
In the truths she learned?
In the laughs she received for her greenish demeanour?
In the University she attended?
In the people she met?
In the Vinkun boy she fell in love with?
In the teachers she peeved?
In the first kiss she received?
In the way she Defied Gravity?
In the way she left everyone she loved behind?
In the way she was constantly running from Gale Force?
In the way her sister betrayed her?
In the way her hurt broke into two when she found out that the man she loved was engaged to another?
In the way he left his fiancée to be with her?
In the way they first made love?
In the way he said 'I love you' afterwards?
In the way he gave up his life to save her?
In the way she declared herself a Wicked Witch?
In the way she had gone completely mad to get her sister's shoes?
In the way she found out that her lover was still alive?
In the way she had to say goodbye to her best and only friend?
In the way she was 'melted' by that little girl?
In the way she 'supposedly' died?
In the way they left Oz together?
In the way she changed him back?
In the proposal from him?
In the wedding she received?
In the many nights of passion that came afterwards?
In the joyous news she received when she was pregnant?
In the many painful months that came?
In the excruciatingly long labour that came?
In bringing her children into the world?
In the way of cradling her daughter afterwards?
What about love?
It had been a couple of interesting years for her.
From baby to toddler to child to teenager to University Student to Enemy Of Oz to lover to Wicked Witch to wife and finally mother.
But the question still remained...
How do you measure a year?
In the number of births per year?
In the number of schools that opened every year?
In the amounts of marked received on an essay?
In the way everyone runs from something?
In the way someone says 'I love you' to another?
In the way someone says goodbye?
In the number of nights someone makes love to another?
In the number of children someone has?
No...
It was love.
Unconditional and devoted love from her husband,
To her daughter
And her love to her husband.
Yes, that's how you measure a year.
By love.
So... this was my sad attempt at poetry I think it was pretty cheesy if you ask me. I know Elphaba never actually kissed Fiyero at Shiz, but can we pretend she did because then my poem doesn't make sense, it could, but I don't want to get rid of it. Also with the wicked witch enemy of oz thing, i think that Elphaba wasn't really a Wicked Witch until she declared herself one in 'No Good Deed'. Sorry for the weird formatting FanFic was being weird.
Larri
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