Pantomime
Marcus Lane
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.
No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding,
Deep wounds will leave a scar.
Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what's become a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.
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