Distress From a Mistress

The first time we spoke, i felt like i was on coke, Yes you heard me, coke. The warmth in her voice, was directly opposite to noise. It was so calm and sound i wished departing from her will never be announced. But then there was a denial, which could probably remain for eternal. So i thought to myself, ''why not plot a delve''? A delve i plotted but then regretted. Why? Because i failed, twice i failed. For i turned up but on each occasion turned down. I guess you wondering, ''who is the issue''? Exactly the question i issued.It's about this mistress, unaware she's causing me distress. For days her image remained a forgery, that stares me in the face like a mockery. Making me sink into sorrow like there will be no tomorrow. At this point, there is one thing i am left with, HOPE. I will hope she copes. But i will cope with hope. Till i see the mysteries of her uncovered, she will lie in the corner of my bosom, with hope she blossoms.