Disclaimer:
Moulin Rouge belongs to Bazzie dahling.Author's Note:
I was writing poems last night out of sheer boredom, and then realized that this one reminded me v. much of Satine and Christian. And so...I decided to post it, on account that I've been horribly neglecting the MR category lately.Enjoy. :-)
(And I couldn't resist writing all...Shakespearean style. Forgive me.)
Why dost thou torment me
(Ceaselessly)
Promising nothing ere giving
All thyself?
Thou mayst crave eternity
In the embrace of a wistful dream
That claims I love thee,
But I cannot give my soul
(Whose dearest wish is to fly from here)
To be entwined with yours.
Leave me
(To be broken)
To my own beautiful sorrows
Which should be of no concern to thee.
(Please do not bring me foreign love;
I have craved but not tasted this
Formidable mystery.)
Thou art free in every sense of the glorious word
(Take me from this cage,
This mockery of a perfect life.)
And I forever trapped.
I cannot love thee.
(Already I fear I do.)
Go.
(Stay.)