The queen is the most powerful piece on the board still the King seems to call all the shots. I still remember your fingers lightning that cascaded through me when your essence would graze my skin the metronome of your heart when I rested my crown reading maps off of our palms comparing lifelines Pawns dodging landmines Vibing to melodies felt within our auras thinking we were on the same frequency I remember you making me feel special. Now the Knights are gone Two cigarettes and a doobie later and it was over reminiscent to the first time I fell for you sacrificed a Rook rewinding countless moons, to 16 Interesting really, since moving diagonal was our specialty however there are only so many spaces on the board the Bishop always gets cornered eventually. Yet I cant deny my reaction True religion or pure chemistry? The road to your bed is paved with good intentions Brimstone spirituality. I wanted to believe in your doctrine anyway Allowed your lips to soothe away common sense and self preservation Took one night to turn me back into an adolescent still I wanted to hold on to the promise in your gaze an agreement your lips never made So yourer still the one that got away. Twice. Checkmate.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 04:30:32 +0000
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