- Do you really love me or is it just a game? Am I just a Pawn in your game of chess in which you are the king? Or am I your Queen who keeps saving you butt. Sadly, I am just your Pawn. You used me. You betrayed me. Your sacrificed my love to the opposing team so you could be safe with you "Queen". They have given me a second chance cause they care. When I rise to be Queen, I will show you all the pain, hurt, and betrayal you showed me. I will show you that I WAS good enough to be your Queen. Your Kingdom is falling. Your Queen is gone. You now have no one to save you this time. I have the final move. Check Mate.
- by Fallen_star_of_Hope |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/25/2009 |
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- Title: Life of Chess
- Artist: Fallen_star_of_Hope
- Description: This is a poem I wrote one night after I was just...idk why I wrote is accually. I hope you like it
- Date: 06/25/2009
- Tags: life chess
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