Anyone every noticed how the only person who cries when Satine dies is
Christian? Oh, and Toulouse. Just wanted to point that out, it's got
nothing to do with this. Anyway, this is just a little poem called
'Wounded'
*!*
Wounded - we never think we are until we forget how to feel.
*
In his eyes there are the remenants of a sad love
Broken and molded awkwardly together again
Painful and haunting, memories that never go away
He hides it well
He's in silent agony
You'll never see his pain
His soul is worn and shredded at the seams
With threads hanging loose at each end
Neglected and fading, only a blind shadow
You'd never notice it
He's missing pieces of the puzzle
You will never find
His heart is cracked and split open
Becoming cold and hopeless
Crying out for love, begging for love
He covers it up though
He's wounded in his heart
You'll never see it heal
His life spins slowly in a constant circle
Never revolving to new things
He's got no other to notice his struggles
He doesn't want attention
He's the wounded dancer Chocolat
You'll never see him cry
*!*
Wounded - we never think we are until we forget how to feel.
*
In his eyes there are the remenants of a sad love
Broken and molded awkwardly together again
Painful and haunting, memories that never go away
He hides it well
He's in silent agony
You'll never see his pain
His soul is worn and shredded at the seams
With threads hanging loose at each end
Neglected and fading, only a blind shadow
You'd never notice it
He's missing pieces of the puzzle
You will never find
His heart is cracked and split open
Becoming cold and hopeless
Crying out for love, begging for love
He covers it up though
He's wounded in his heart
You'll never see it heal
His life spins slowly in a constant circle
Never revolving to new things
He's got no other to notice his struggles
He doesn't want attention
He's the wounded dancer Chocolat
You'll never see him cry