~Glinda's Poem~
I never had the chance to tell her how I feel.
And when she left, she took my heart.
There's a kind of a sort of cost.
There's a couple of things get lost.
And oh, how high the cost of my loss.
Every time it starts a dull color.
Grey.
Grey that deepens into black.
Black that clings to my soul.
Black the color of Elphaba's hair.
Black.
Black that turns to emerald green.
Green the color of the city.
Green the color of Elphaba's skin.
And they circle each other, yin and yang.
And create all that left me behind.