It's said that life is a chessboard
That those in yours are the pieces.
Mine's broad
With creases and sleazes.
My heart I poured
To heal your broken pieces,
Kintsugi it's called.
Yet we still cannot make our own choices.
You rule my board
Queen of my world, you were called.
Yet I cannot leave any traces,
Cannot afford
Those backpieces
To gnaw at my beloved
My Queen.
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Letters To You
Poeziejust a random collection of the poems I write about being a hopeless romantic who reads too many romance books for her own good:))) *** I copyright this poetry, please don't copyright and if you know anyone who has, please contact me.
