Together We Be..

The tables change.

There's always a different side to a story.

Like beef at one end of the dinner table.

The black and white squares keeping kings and queens separated.

Debated and aggravated.

Times up and ours has ended.

Segregation with contemplation, you never know when they might flip.

Take a dip.

Ice cold skinny skin...spine chilling.

Story telling of sad tales...

Shocking.

Surprising.

Eye brow raising.

Heart pacing.

Your mine for the taking.

Or so I thought.

In gear 7 straight to zero.

Below...the emotions would follow the tears. And gradually they would...flow slowly flow.

Toe to toe with sorrows.

The stitches attempting to mend the damages.

The scars are perpendicular...a minus 1.

Equations with unknowns...alone..

Outa zone...the kings and queens play tactics with kings and queens...

One will go home.

Alone.

With scars as memories.

Of how painful, together would be.