Loyally Slaving

What am I but a slave,
The leftover essence of you on me.

Filling the empty side of my bed,
Hoarding false hopes.

You are not coming back,
I am not letting you go.

What am I but a slave,
Fooled by my master's mockery.

©songbriti

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