H'lo all! Here's a bit of Eponine poetry for you. I started this a few months back and finished it today, prompted by the fact that I saw Les Miserables on Broadway for the second time yesterday. (Final Performance).
I don't own Eponine, or anyone else, but sometimes I sure as heck act like her.
Still I Dream
Is it wrong to think of you?
Is it wrong to pray?
Is it wrong to see your face
All throughout the day?
Still I dream
Could you love a girl like me,
Dressed in rags and grime?
Can't you see me standing here?
Could you see in time?
Still I dream
Can you blame me for my lot
In this wretched life?
Is it my fault I must live
In such pain and strife?
Still I dream
Is she so much better than
This street rat standing here?
Can your heart not flutter when
You see me standing near?
Still I dream
Is her face far prettier?
Is her skin more fair?
Is this what has blinded you
To how much I care?
Still I dream
There is nothing that can come
From the love I feel
Except, perhaps, for my daydreams
Which are nearly real
Still I dream
I'm very close to dying now
Of that there is no doubt
My body feels so broken
And my soul is giving out
Still I dream
I swear I'll love you always
And though you could not see
If I go up to heaven
You'll be there holding me
I will always dream