A step ahead,
one foot behind.
You choose a piece
The game of minds.
A complicated game,
with a simple conclusion;
You're a liar,
who lives a delusion.
I am the fool,
with a bleeding heart.
You used a weapon,
to play a tool's part.
Back and fourth,
between the lines.
White and Black,
the pieces aline.
You make your move,
I make mine.
A difficult dance,
with a rythem to keep time.
Fowards and backwards,
we dance across the board.
each corner is covered,
pieces are kept to track score.
Slowly but surely,
we both run out of men.
when two our left,
who can say who would win.
A game of chess is hard to beat,
when all thats left
Is the Rook
And the Queen.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
