Elphaba Thropp Poems

I wish I had true friends.
Friends who I could tell my problems to.
My secrets.
Friends who listen no matter how stupid it is you have to say.
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There once was a man from Peru,
Who gave his two daughters a shoe.
The shoe was of gold.
It never got old.
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I am alone.
Nobody here beside me.
My friends all ignore me,
I am alone.
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Will I ever find true love?

Will I ever find someone who likes me for me?
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She had no right to do what she did.
Opening my mail.
Reading my poem.
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Our friendship is just on hold,
but I know it will renew.
We're too much a like.
We get along far too easily
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We were hugging.
Well more like cuddling.
His strong arms were entwined around my body,
My arms pulled up to my chest.
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White specks falling from above.
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