It's like we're playing
A game of chess
Once it's your move
Then it's mine
A knife could cut the air
Your breath
Then mine
Is all that can be heard
Take your turn
Don't take your eyes off mine
Put your hand near my heart
And feel how it beats
Make your move
Take it seriously
Take it as a joke
Because either way I'm still losing
Why try to beat me
Why not put your hand on mine
And listen to how fast my heart beats
When you're around.
Author notes
urggggggggggggggh.........it's crap. I'm a disgrace of a writer. Seriously.
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You seriously are not a disgrace of a writer, Dont talk like that, this piece is brilliant. Your words flow gracefully and I hope you keep writing. I can really feel your heart in this poem. I really love that.
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