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185 · Sep 2017
Mistress
Within the crowd,

Isolated,

Within the crowd,

Forsaken,

Within the crowd,

Muted,

Within the crowd,

Abandoned,

Within the crowd,

Alone.



Surrounded by faces,

Like mirrors upon mirrors,

Staring back at me,

Different faces,

All the same naked,

Take away the drugs,

Take away the fame,

Take away the brands,

Take away the names.



The same.



Capture, filter and send,

Capture, filter and send,

Face, Clothing, Face,

It was my definition.



I knew his name,

I loved her name,

But he made me feel bold,

He made me feel loved,

He made me feel different.

Lifted me up in many ways,

He held me high as I soared,

I was above the crowd,

Above it all,

Above all the copies,

Mannequins,

Made from factories.



Writing the chapters in my book,

Book of adventures,

He was the pencil,

I was the hand.



But the lead was short,

Our time together, short,

But my feelings ever lasting,

Always wondering if his,

Does to.



They said my lust was wrong,

That I betrayed my faith,

My self respect,

But I wasn't the person, who strayed.



I was the one, who provided,

Company, Love,

Protection, Assurance,

He was miserable,

He was mine to fix,

He was lost within himself,

It was unbearable.



We were a gamble,

Not knowing what,

Not knowing when,

But we took a chance,

A chance to make it worth,

Worth the while,

As his embrace made me feel warm,

It was like a campfire in the cold,

Dark forest,

Much like it, my fire will fade,

He'll return to ash.



But he'll be her spark,

Her rightful flame returned.

He came to her with intent,

He came to her with a plan,

He came to her with love.

— The End —