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Pawn to Play


I was cut off from you,

Though this was nothing new. 

I knew it was bound to happen one day

For I was just a pawn to play. 

You used me for your own pleasure,

And I thought you prized me as your treasure. 

Wrong was I

As our game slowly started to die. 

For you won when I stood no chance

And you left me without a second glance.

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vintagethoughts

Hey! I’m Taylor, and I recently started writing poetry. I’m not the best, but I’m trying! Enjoy :)

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