Petra Berger Mistress
I am his mistress,his slave, his mother,
I owe my all to him, none other,
His prized posession,
is what I’ve grown to be,
but is it me ?
So I wonder,
has love betrayed me…
Could I deny myself the chance to love this man,
this other man,
tonight…..
For all….
I gave him,
for all I tried,
I couldn’t save him,
could no longer keep the colors of my wings
veiled under misty shades of grey
Love, I can no longer hide my face from you….
won’t hear my conscience,
look in the mirror,
deny my lonely heart….
I’ll be his mistress…..