A/n You know the drill. Don't own Wicked, read, review. I'm trying to write an Elphie one, but it's going slow.
BOQ
I
Was
Friend to the one with the raven hair
Bud to the one who just doesn't care
In love with the one with the flaxen gold hair
Loved by the one in the chair
Now
I
Am made of tin
Simply don't know where to begin
Walking on road
Can't believe she'd be so bold
As to give my friend a fireball
Muttering curses down the hall
Then
I
Grew upset
Can't forget it yet
A friend had to retaliate
My childhood playmate
Now dead
Green covered in red