She is a shadow so frail
That thoughts alone ignite her
Her eyes wither and grow with sadness
A worn hand to hold onto
She sings me lullabies in the morning
To keep me close in bed
She tells me all my secrets:
They're better off in my head.
She doesn't like when I talk to strangers
She says they'll never love me more
I can't imagine life without her
It wouldn't last for long
My dark and lovely mistress
My shadowed saddened soul.