Disclaimer: I own nothing of Moulin Rouge or anything to do with it. I want to own Ewan Mcgregor *giggle*
A/N: Yet another sad poem. I wrote it about the first scene in which you see Christian crying and typing.
Invisible Dreams
The street bells keep ringing
The church choir keeps singing
But no one will make me forget you
Your memory haunts me
With sweet dreams I can't see
And I just hope I get through
One night with you lacking
My knuckles keep cracking
Wishing our story was written
I try to remember
They slow burning embers
That burned the day I was smitten
The sparkle the shine
The fact I knew you were mine
Or that we were each other's it's true
I can't keep typing like crazy
And know you aren't with me
Though your smile will always shine through
The tears just keeping coming
Our song I keep humming
And know you won't sing it again
So each night I remember
Our love that was severed
And give an attempt to stay sane
-Melanie