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11/24/18
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You once said
The world could be
Our stage.
Our chessboard.
We could be the players
Maneuvering pawns
Rooks
Knights
Bishops
Queens
Protecting the Kings
Our crowned feelings.
We played against each other,
But never for one another
Only seeking
To destroy
To vanquish
To conquer.
We both love the game
But we were both filled with hate
When it came
To beating the player.
Such a thing to have in common
Such a thing to help us bond and
Strengthen our hearts.
But from the start
You were a rookie
Against me
Who had given up
The crown over and over again.
Yet now,
You rose in rank
Ready to avenge
Your fallen pieces
When I crushed them
Without so much as a smile.
You once said
The world was a game.
I once said
The world could never
Stop you
From being played.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Aléatoire(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
