Game of chess, complex like you,
A dance choreographed to toeing the lines,
Between the darkness and purity;
Black or white, like pawns that live or die-
Under your cruel hands in this dance,
Led by you alone.
I try to think like you,
To understand what your next move is;
On this battling ground you play in;
I try to feel like you,
To advance, invade and retreat,
Waltzing through mind, body, soul, heart.
I write your name on the dark skies,
So that when it rains,
You'd fall like pieces back onto the grounds,
Shades of gray amidst the black and white;
Falling right through my shattered heart,
To reveal your true, core colours.
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