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If one wishes to enter the game
One must be ready for the battle.
It is not for pleaser or for fame
This is more than contest of wits.
This is the playing field for her heart.

If you do not know the way of her
You are the next to fail on this
If you do not go though quit now sir
I fought the fight with her and know this.
I fought the playing field of her heart.

I set my side as black wanting white
She played with white the color of life.
I was in darkness in my own right
It was not until now did I stand.
I risk the playing field of her heart.

She came to me with a small pawn first,
A simple greeting to be a friend.
She was in the center and to the worst,
She could get to the point, or did she.
She moved the playing field of her heart.

I had to reply now, so we met
I came to her in the center field.
We began our first entanglement
She made her move and so I made mine.
All on the playing field of her heart.

We progressed in the game and as friends,
She set the town with the simple pawns.
It was basic maneuvers that just pends’,
I wanted more than that, would she go?
I hope on playing the field of hearts.

I came with the rook, right to the point,
But she took my piece, she turned me down.
Our first disagreement, failures don’t,
I pressed on but she caught on to me.
She knows the playing field of her heart.

She uses he knight to get to me,
The cunning piece that guards her own heart.
She knows better than the center of C’,
I know now she is the crafty one.
She thinks the playing field of her heart

I pull the bishop hoping quarrel,
Or hoping to command the sly knight.
May be though power will referral,
The knight slyly slides silently back.
Back to the playing field of her heart.

It is not about who loses or wins,
But if I should fail my queen isn’t mine.
She is the queen and I have no kin’s
She took my queen now I must take her
The queen, the playing field of her heart.

I have one Last hope with a pawn n’ king
I set my king at ol’ B. 3, now.
With a pawn at B. 2 bring the ring,
The rivalry rightfully raising.
To win the playing field of her heart

It is her move before my new win,
She has one last rook? It takes my pawn?
No, how can that possibly have bin’?
I have one of two moves so I pull.
I lost the playing field of her heat.

She moves her rook to F2 for what?
I take it now knowing it is stale.
“Perhaps we are better as friends, but,
May be another time later on
On the playing field of my own heart.”

Now you know the way it is for her,
She pulls you in then tells you latter.
Clever and crafty like he knights were,
She didn’t chose me, why would she chose you?
You’re next played on the field of her heart.

  Krasa-Lorka

WORDS
Sometimes you can’t hold them in
No matter how hard you try
They’ll lie in wait
And when you least expect it
They’ll force their way out
And you’ll have said them
Regardless
Of whether or not you meant to

THOUGHTS
Are even worse
Than just the words
They invade your mind
Parading around
Reminding you of things
You forgot
You didn’t want to do
You shouldn’t have done
And you can never
Shut them out
For you are the only one
You can’t tell a lie

HEART
Is a muscle
A beating pulse
In every chest
That tells us we’re alive
By letting us feel
Both joy
And grief
Never underestimate it
For it
Is more traitorous
Than word or thought
Combined

DREAMS
Merge thought
And word
And about everything else
Together
To form both
What you want
And
What you don’t want
Dreams are worst of them all
Hi-jacking your
Imagination
Your heart
Your very soul
And then
They attack you
When you’re most
Vulnerable

HUMANITY
Is made up of fools
For though word
Thought
And dream
Can easily turn against us
And always will be able
To turn against us
We are forgiving
And decide that
We’ll trust them
Bet it all
On the slim chance
That they remain
Faithful
Until the end