COLD MISTRESS
She's watching the fleeting moments,
Of the sweetly depicted epic love,
Her face stoic, but inside she feels torment,
Placed there by the gods above.
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The music inside her head no longer has melody,
And the track always skips on a certain note,
Away he went and took all that was left of she,
In her fist rest the crumpled letter he wrote.
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At her back she leaves the past,
But those green orbs still they haunt,
Her dreams and as her heart beats fast,
Whispered voices scream out their taunts.
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Was she not good enough,
To meet his darkest desires,
Did she not call the right bluff,
To light the passionate fires?
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When he left he took the all the good
And left the bad,
She did more than she could,
To salvage what little all she had.
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But when she looked in the mirror,
There on her neck was the imprint of a rope,
Her tears fall as ice as the dawn draws nearer,
They call her the Cold Mistress who lost all hope.
