Pawns
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything.
Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that?
What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
My heart racing as I’m thinking of tomorrow, I fear the next day.
He, Her, them all are players on a huge game of chess but where nothing but pawns sent to die.
This is just how I feel..
This is just how I think..
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StraightUpDezz
Hiya, My names Peter but I go by Dezzy. I'm from California and and I've lived here most my life. While I'm just a basic kid, I go to school hang out with a few friends and try to avoid a lot of drama. I find the poetry helps with my depression so I write when I can, I hope you enjoy reading a few of my poems
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