My Mistress


I feel forever alone in my personal prison
loneliness and depression surround me
That is my mistress
Only she knows the true me behind the mask
She beckons for me to come to her
I lay my head on her thigh
She runs her long thin fingers through my hair
There is a stale smell in the air
The love she has for me makes me wanna cry
She says shell never leave like so many before
Hearing that makes me want her more
She's always with me no matter the place
As we join together forever in a lovers embrace.

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