the pixie with blue hair
is alone here in this desolate world
she might find a friend now and then
but they quickly disappear
and the next
gone with no trace
every time she finds something good
it disappears and leaves her with nothing
she feels so alone in the world
this happens every time she finds something good
no escaping it, she can't run or hide
it goes with her every where
she asked a toll for a potion
but all he would say was "no hope"
she asked Faerie Queens and kings
of all different kinds of lands
each and every one of them turned her away
with no hope
finely the Pixie understood
that this is how her life will be
she now understands that there is no good for her
never will be any
because it all disappears on he
and leaves her with nothing
Author notes
Written November 7th, 2006
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hmm. an interesting write that not many take a prespect from. I enjoy it though and it made me smile. Well done my little pixie...well done...
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your soo sweet thank you
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i like this. I,yea, mean it's sad. But, I think its still a good poem, especially since I know how the pixie is feeling right now.
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