The Mime

A steel wind blows from east to west
As it takes her down, love is put to the test
And the mime dances through the night
Triumphant in his cause
To finish the mission of how it is supposed to be
And changing how it forever was

And it all becomes a bit ironic
Like a bizarre twist of fate
That she would make her move
And the mime would hesitate

Faltering from the course of his destiny
The mime and she share a spot of tea
As autumn scents drift past the bistro door
She opens up his eyes
To his mission and where he’s supposed to be
She forces him to realize

That it all seems a bit ironic
Like a bizarre twist of fate
How she will be the one to leave
And the mime will choose to wait

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Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

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