The sun was warmer and the skies were clearer, When you smiled at me genuinely and kissed me sincerely. The past seemed like a distant dream when I got lost in your eyes, You made my demons disappear when I slept while you held me tightly in your arms.
Now the dream is over ripped apart by the cold claws of reality, leaving me trying to piece together the vision reduced to nothing more than a distant memory. You act like nothing has changed you are as distant as the memory of your touch, as cold as the day you left me to drown in my sorrow.
Now we play a game of chess you try to check my king, and I pretend like I don’t care that each day that rolls by you take more and more of my pieces off the board, until there is nothing but your army and my king.
What will happen when you finally get your checkmate?