CHECKMATE
Our life was like a chessboard,
He was the king of the black.
While I was the queen,
Standing amongst the white pack.
We fought the war,
Killing everyone in our way.
He commanded his army,
While I made my own way.
He stayed protected,
Ordering everyone around,
While I followed my own rules,
Not letting myself be found.
I slashed through his army,
Even though he was losing,
He looked determined.
He was actually winning.
Checkmate.
He couldn't make a move,
Yet he stood there in all confidence,
As If he was challenging my next move.
I'd slashed through his army,
And killed all his men,
Yet he had my heart.
He won in the end.
~Sharanya♡
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Before all my friends ask me, No. There's no one special. I just felt like writing this. 😂
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