You call me your queen,
And you my king.
I think you love me but no help I get from this.
I'm nothing but another chess piece from your game,
a nothing, an anything, a play.
The feelings you had for me were fake,
now I get lost in the closet were you locked me.
I will never come out, never.
Because when I said,
I love you, you said see you later, and never came.
I don't like to lie,
but if you see me fake,
then my heart and yours will die.
I made this poem so you realize,
you had your time.
Now the turn is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem