You think I failed you, I think you fail me
So at least that is one thing we have in common
The accounts we tell others, are not the whole truth
Embellishing rags to pass as couture
You were the King on the board
I should have been your Bishop, or even your Rook
Not your little solider pawn
Your Queen protected you, She tried to protected me too
Your Knight got such undeserved praise
The Grandest of moves, the day the board claimed the Queen
The board broke the pawn, It stonewalled the Knight, & gave The King full control once more
The once protected, mighty King aligned himself with the callus, undeserved Knight
The board gained a new player, another Queen
The reign of the board was once more restored
Like a video game, Player One received an extra life
Yet, its wasted
This Chess game took such an odd turn
It’s now become a game of chance- Risk
I managed, because I was an ADULT, after all
You were not the only one that lost, but you still continue to lose
Undeserving, Unrelenting, Unbearable, Unrecognizable
Unaware of the second chance we both received
Your blind eye does not hurt just me
But the pieces of my heart that have come to life
There is never the perfect explanation…
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
You think I failed you, I think you fail me
So at least that is one thing we have in common
The accounts we tell others, are not the whole truth
Embellishing rags to pass as couture
You were the King on the board
I should have been your Bishop, or even your Rook
Not your little solider pawn
Your Queen protected you, She tried to protected me too
Your Knight got such undeserved praise
The Grandest of moves, the day the board claimed the Queen
The board broke the pawn, It stonewalled the Knight, & gave The King full control once more
The once protected, mighty King aligned himself with the callus, undeserved Knight
The board gained a new player, another Queen
The reign of the board was once more restored
Like a video game, Player One received an extra life
Yet, its wasted
This Chess game took such an odd turn
It’s now become a game of chance- Risk
I managed, because I was an ADULT, after all
You were not the only one that lost, but you still continue to lose
Undeserving, Unrelenting, Unbearable, Unrecognizable
Unaware of the second chance we both received
Your blind eye does not hurt just me
But the pieces of my heart that have come to life
There is never the perfect explanation…
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