Pixie Chick
She wore shimmering wings
Made of nylon and wire
Wishing they were real
Longing for pointed ears and pale-green skin
As she twirled around her room
Pausing occasionally to beam at her reflection
In the vanity mirror
While blasting Russian pop
On her James Bond stereo
And chomping peppermint gum
She thought fondly of a gorgeous balladeer
Blowing kisses to the picture of him
Above her four-poster bed
Hoping that someday he’d love her too
And who would the gorgeous balladeer be? LOL Anyone we know?
Beautifully written, Yukino - as always.
I'm going to move it up to the Poet's Corner, though, because this is a dynamic thread and will eventually drop off the board and be deleted.
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