For MatthewThe chess champion
Fell in love with his pawn
The master of games
Couldn't leave her aloneHe spun her around
She had no clue
She was simply a person
That he liked to use.But somehow she slipped
Through all of his schemes
Blew through his defenses
He thought he could winAlas, the lowly pawn
Over his heart had reign
So he reached out
And pulled her out of his gamesShe was no longer used
He altered her fate
She became his queen,
That was it, checkmate.
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The Despondent Minds
PoetryA collection of short poems I dedicate to the people in my life.