MISTRESS---Red House Painter

 The light color in the room,the sunshine seeping in.dosen't mix with the black nf death's angel looming in

I've have enough ofthe brutal beating and name callings

To lose me to this bed,

bruised internally eternally

your praise little gifts you spend your money and stuffed me with ,

didn't amount to anything.

The attention I need is much more serious,

a kind of weight you couldn't lift,

even if your cheep careerdepended on it

I need someone much more mysterious,

to be my miss,to be my mistress.