Chess
Life is like a play of chess
Every next move is a choice you make in life; it will be your end or your chance.
A chance to live till the end .
A chance to be queen
A chance to win or lose
A chance to live in those seconds you have of life till you're the next to move.
To move on from your past .
To slide to the crown of your queen.
To protect your king
But what will the king do when he has no queen ?
The queen will rise and the king will die on the board of life.
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Thesecret_poet (Pseudonym) (
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