Don't Play Chess With My Heart Poem by Rani Turton

A pawn I was stepping back and forth
Not of much importance in the final game; flailing moves
Oft confusion, discarded and put aside
Who knows the final move? The heart, illogical, unreasonable, lunacy-ridden
Did finally stage its all.
Don't play chess with my heart.
I saw your fingers move Unscrupulous, cold, logical, cruel
Don't play chess with my hear
Ask yourself if checkmate is a win.

Copyright: Rani Turton