2 colours, 2 sides.
2 sides, 32 men
on a 8x8 grid.
4 rooks, 4 knights,
4 bishops, 16 pawns,
2 kings, and 2 queens.
All moving in different patterns.
A game of war,
yet not the slightest bit violent,
You're 'capturing' not 'killing'

You've made a mistake
we all have
I tell nothing fake
Please, let me help,
you need to realize,
it helps us learn.
Please open your eyes.

So you taught you were right,
that's all you ever want to be.
Really, no one likes being wrong.
But it happens.
so live life strong.

This is in the past,
but remember what you learned,
so it won't happen again.
Break the historical pattern,
know the past to have a different future.

Because the past is the past,
it cannot be changed.
Yet you act like it's an out cast.

Those who's memories been deleted,
are destine to repeat it.

Destruction and creation.
Love and hate.
Enemies and allies.

All two sides of the same coin,
without understanding one,
you can't understand the other.

Destruction lies within creation.
Love lies within hate.
Enemies lie within allies.

Not an opinion, but fact.
One cannot exist,
without it's opposite.

Creation lies within destruction.
Hate lies within love.
Allies lie within enemies.

They exist in harmony,
to maintain the balance.
That is the law of the universe.

I've done it again, haven't I?
After I said I would never do it again.
But I've done it.
I can't express how sorry I am.
I've hurt once more,
it seems like I can't stop,
but that's why I need you here,
always at my side.
If it wasn't for Envy,
you would be fine,
at least, I hope.
I sorry but,
I've done it again.
I've hurt you.
Take this and...
...
...forgive me

you know the old saying:
'if you love something set it free.
if it comes back it yours,
if not it never was'?
well I love you and...
I would free you but...
you see, I can't.
I want you to be mine.
but, I fear,
if you're released,
you won't return.
it's quite sad.
I'm too afraid to not trust you,
I'm too afraid to let you go,
but most of all...
I'm too afraid to be left alone.

The pattern of rhymes,
The meaning of words.
lost, lost forever.
or that's what it seems.
thee ideas, theme...
nothing...
It's like a dried up river.
The water, my thoughts,
have escaped.
I'm drawing blanks,
I want to write,
but I can't!
I miss my train,
my train of thoughts.
Who knows when I'll catch it.
and if I never do,
I'll surely go,
I will go insane.