Your Move
Check mate
Game, set, and match.
You might have won before,
But today I hold the bragging rights.
I am fed up with the mind games,
And how you change all the rules.
The game is over,
Time to claim your prize.
It’s been like this for a while,
You'd make your move,
While I continued to defend.
Then I dropped my guard,
But I don't think you noticed.
So the game continued on,
It went forward,
Then spiraled back.
The whistle has blown,
The game draws to an end.
I've made my final move,
Now it’s all up to you.
YOU ARE READING
Stories of the Short Type
Short StoryThis is a collection of my short stories from school, random ideas, dreams, and my expression canvas. Poetry and my complete randomness may end up here too... But who knows ;) I just wanted to share them with you guys.
