Perfect may only be an ideal we can reach for endlessly,
but this feels something like
the sleight of hand from destiny.
I'm a bigger believer of fate, the end in which you carve;
your actions, thoughts and words being your tools with which you write.
Even with the deck stacked against me and cheaters 'round the table
I guess I played it right.
Where we're at feels like something out of a dream,
so pinch me to make sure I'm awake.
I'd hate to get used to this and then find out: everything was fake.
You are the queen to the king in a kingdom without walls or stone,
I suppose the kingdom would be "Life".
If I'm a knight then in some cases you are the shield
that protects me from problems rife.
I'm not sure as to the reasons but you've stuck here,
I don't seem to want to collect 200 and go.
With me just getting out of jail,
why, for me, would you wait and move slow?
I'm not monopolizing the field and I'm not calculating my next move;
my only concern as of now is making sure I show improve.
Ace in the hole, checkmate, and a monopoly all said and done...
Despite all the games we could play
love is the only one.
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10k Pens
PoetryThe first collection of poems in the "10k Pens" series. These are the oldest of works found on Wattpad, and thus are not the most vibrant or pleasant, but they are still important. Credit for the cover goes to @recordstyles.
