I want to walk yellow brick.
Defying gravity is a mortal wish,
but it’s an empty sky when
you can’t hear the birds sing.
Everyone has a bit of darkness
right below their rainbow speech.
There’s plenty of damning
on the cloud side of a smile.
I am wart, broom, and spell.
There’s never a line I won’t cross.
Miss Sweet knows who to call
when her tongue needs more spite.
It is hard being green when pink
is celebrated by blushes.
I want to stroll on yellow brick,
and live within a mortal’s wish to defy gravity.
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"Everyone has a bit of darkness
right below their rainbow speech."
Too, too true.
right below their rainbow speech.
Love this, Susie! You are cooking with gas this April!
I didn't know about the association between pink and blushing. I have a pink shirt and when I had,a strange look on my face, the person who gave it to me (not Mrs. Jim) told me it was "watermelon" in color.
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is celebrated by blushes."
Nice! I've seen this show three times - twice on Broadway.