The Elf

The Elf

A Poem by oliviabush
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not exactly normal

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All alone and by myself

I am visited by an elf
The elf is not all he seems
He knows all my dreams
He is a kind little sprite
Dressed in colors bright
He is not all you think
His hair is bright pink
Do not think me queer
It is boredom I fear
What is left to do
When no one is with you
Talk to an elf
Or kill yourself
So talk to your elf
And be yourself

© 2008 oliviabush


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Not quite normal, but very cute! You adressed the depression of being alone with a simple humorous tone, that made me smile! :)
Images were clear and simple, it was easy to understand. I liked it a lot.

I can relate to the emotions of having no one around. I see a scene within a scene as I over lap the funny tones with the serious side beneath. Well imagined, well penned.

:)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on April 14, 2008

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oliviabush
oliviabush

Winter Park, FL



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