

AHHH, THE TITLE IS TOO LONGSitting in that abandoned café. Earl Grey, always. A couple of cigarettes. A book, A pen. Write and write. Think and think. Think of him that is chained to someone elses love. More tea. Another cigarette. Write more and more. Think more and more. Feel his arms around her. A puff. A sip of tea. A smile. Eyes closed;AHHH, THE TITLE IS TOO LONG
The realm of dreams, The hemisphere of unreality. Hands locked; Fingers entwined. Lips locked; Two figures united. He says her words make him smile, Her eyes shimmer with tears.


CheckmateI was at stalemate for so long, Still am. But I know the way out, The only way out is to forfeit, Let my King die. All my Pawns are dead, My Bishops died in vain, My Knights never saw daylight, And my Queen died ever so gracefully. With only the King left, Outnumbered by the enemy, There is nothing left to do but surrender. I will raise the blood-stained white flag and let my demise commence. How much more do you plan on desecrating me? All that was sacred and holy is gone, And all thats left is a dark, black hole. Not even 16 pieces could saCheckmate
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DevianTART
You're quite an amazing Poet, so I figured you deserved some praise.
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