You've Been Pawned
Another year, come and gone;
Broken and recreated strong,
Smashed away to smithereens.
Now love fills my life's canteen.
A year ago lodged in my throat
Nonexistent happiness I could gloat.
But now, my heart climbs through my chest.
My love will never come to rest.
You broke me then, I was a mess.
You took my queen in life’s game of chess.
But I’ve crossed the board with my pawn,
And now your pieces are all gone.
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