The Mistress

The Mistress
A POEM BY FELATIA ALLDAY
Oh Dear, my love for thee has never turned away,
Though you have managed to stray, day after day,
I, a mistress, have never told you to be forever mine,
Though the Moon is blessed, our love shall never shine.

You tell me wonderful lies to keep my silence among the famed,
I being naïve, live this tale of woes to my own shame.
Forever, I would dedicate my truest love to you,
Amazingly, I wish your heart; love for me was as true.

I went to tell you of a miracle which grows,
In my midst of my stomach but only you shall know.
I promise not to smash your hopes and dreams,
For I was the secret to keep society at bay it seems.

You cast me away my heart rendered to mush,
The love we once shared was trampled to dust.
I do understand that a man be a man to deny me the thing of his bane,
However, the love whom grows in my belly, will never receive thy name.

For you sir deny the very life which you give with joy as you satisfy,
Your lust and your fill, hiding in cowardice shame for your own pride.
Never a man has been where you been yet whore is the name I shall be called,
But truth be told, you showed me your formidable mold as I cry and I ball.

I in deathly shame am not to blame for the tragedy which is bestowed,
You shall never hold the child which you have denied or become my betrothed.
For while you read this dear friend, I will dive from a bridge to my end,
Upon her, Golden Gates, to the deadliest fate; never for our love to mend.

I will abhor the thing I forever love and to look upon the mistake between us,
For I even denied the lie that lives inside, because my silence you can trust.
So, in the plunge to my demise; I will allow to survive my love which I take with me,
I can try to comply with the last wishes of your pride because of my love for thee.

AUTHOR: FELATIA ALLDAY