The pieces beside you
are the ones you need
to have by your side.
The opposite end
are the enemies
you'll meet
through life.
This is the game of chess;
and it's your life.
To win, make a move.

No amount of words can describe my love for you.
No noun, no verb, no adjective.
No dictionary can fill what I feel for you.
No book has said it.
No law has written it.
I could go far as the universe would let me,
And I would still be lost for words.
Even if I dare ask the gods, what can they say?
Nothing.
Words, unwritten.
Unspoken.
Unknown.
Nothing can compare.

Woe are my dreams
And woe that is naught
In time though it seems
All is forgot

she is in pain
the quiet kind

there are no
cuts or scars

there are no
lumps or bruises

there are no
screams or tears

nothing is broken
nothing ever heals