Walking down the street with my head held high
And then I think, why do I try?
This world is filled with millions of haters
But I can't join those other breakers
A kingdom full of pawns and knights
The streets are covered in blood from fights
We need a King to stop this mess
But he stands as we die in this game of chess
*Author's Note ~ Sorry! This is a short one that I wrote with a friend, who absolutely loves to play chess, in mind. And again, sorry for not posting for a while. Finals are coming up and I am so frazzled. Anyone else feelin the finals fatigue? :)
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PoetryThese are just a few of the many poems I have written. I just want to know what you guys think. I'm not going to pretend that I'm a professional because a lot of these poems were written during elementary school. Have fun reading! Copyrighted by the...
