The Mistress of this Game

He owned her

And she owned him

But she owned another

And was owned by the other as well

And yet another laid claim to her

And another, and another

She owned them all

And claimed to love them back

But oh if they only knew!

About the others

About her disloyalty

How the girl would sneer

If her toys realized the game

How the girl would snicker

As her toys tried to leave

How the girl would roar with laughter

As her toys broke inside

They owned her

Each one thinking they were the only one

But she owned them all

How long will she continue

This game of hearts?

How long can she go on

Empty like this?

How long will she play them

Until they realize her tricks?

They owned her

(At least they thought they did)

And she owned them all

And that fact was always hid

A dark bitter secret

A tempestuous smile

A teasing grin

A soft touch

A tender kiss

She plays the game

She isn't a toy

No, she's the Mistress

The Mistress of this Game.