Life is not a Pantomime

 I opened my life, and laid it bare,
I let you in, and showed you there,
All I ask is for a kiss sometime,
This life is not a pantomime,
It is for real, and all we’ve got,
Don’t make a mistake; it‘ll cost allot,
Of wretched tears, and broken sadness,
And of many days of tortured madness,
I want you to know how I feel,
But I can’t tell you, not for real,
To have happy times, with my special man,
And for fun and laughter, that’s my plan.