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To the Mistress

Oh my darling,

Come rest your

weeping head

upon my lap 


You've been 

shunned a mistress



Malicious 

and Vicious

They've gone

to slander

love they

simply

couldn't 

understand


My darling girl,

I know that you are

another victim 

of cupid's

guerrilla

warfare


I see you 

So twisted

and contorted

By the grief

spilling

misery from

your eyes



Darling weep

till tears

have rid your

heavy heart

of all 

leaden weight


 I understand

Malheur du Coeur 



He will call you Love

But he won't ever leave her


Caught in the crossfire

Of another woman.




Comments

  1. camille, i just saw this and was somewhat impressed. at least at how serious she takes herself. haha. all those dark shadows and cigarettes.

    she wishes she were as naturally sensual as you

    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/09/lindsay-lohans-muse-photo_n_386201.html


    p.s. i enjoy reading your latest poetry, gives my imagination a peaceful jump kick.

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