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By a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

Maybe just maybe one day I could say I think that I am ready To play your game But im tired now I’m on pause Cause I can’t take anymore I’ve been behind way to long I want to catch up but I'm losing my turns You’re rolling the die Killing the fun, keeping it stern I said I would try But when you don’t give me a chance What is expected of me? It’s like giving me an ocean And telling me to search for air It won’t happen, it can’t be done It’s simply not fair! Wait, Tables are turned, I’m finally getting my break I'm skipping ahead I'm putting everything at stake! I'm at the end, when I figured the dilemma I've been fighting… me Forcing myself to find air Forcing something that’s not there, All this time I wanted to beat you, I thought you were the piece standing in my way Causing the rules of this game to fray But I wouldn’t let you go Even though you were the downfall Making me lose, making me slow, It still wasn’t you I allowed myself to hold on For what reason ill never know I guess I'm still hurt you played me like a pawn. Lol yeah I did mix allot of games together. Including di, game board, pawns… ect, ect. Neways I like this I think that it really works best with the way that I had felt. I’m good now I know I have won the game!

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