A few more hours of this charade
As she performs her act on stage
Crowds dutifully give polite applause
The play repeats like a broken record
It never used to feel this way
She always welcomed another day
Emptiness awaits after each engagement
Now she's lost to love estrangement
She wakes up aching every morning
Throat hardening without warning
She breaks a smile on the outside
A silent scream hurts deep inside
Tears are not permitted to flow
Forbidden love must never show
She presents a happy smiling face
Until she finds her secret place
There alone she can truly be real
And allow her feelings to reveal
Long hidden tears offer slight relief
From her continuous ache of grief
Like her play she hopes its unreal
Alas her mind is rarely still
He is what she most desires
His passion used to set her on fire
She yearns for him to make her fly
Life is passing her aimlessly by
Craving for just another mind dance
She performs each act in a trance
Alone with him she was truly complete
Another's love will never replete
So real was their love connection
How will she move beyond his rejection
Memories meander through endless nights
Since he abandoned their short flight
She feels their limbs entwined in her bed
As she plays with fantasies in her head
She replays scenes of moments gone by
Against a backdrop of a living lie
Will her play ever reach a conclusion
Or are dreams a constant illusion
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