Pawns In There Game

we were just pawns in there game our lives will never be the same they played with our lives 
like it was there game made me think i was to blame when all along we were just pawns in 
there game no matter what i did it didn't change a thing we were just pawns in there sick 
little 
game they set me up to take the fall knowing all along id lose it all i was blind i fell for it all 
we were just pawns to them our lives meant nothing at all they knew from the start they 
could 
play me for a fool they knew they had the power to cause they had you there was nothing i 
could do but play there game what choice did i have i loved you they used the love i had for 
you to keep us apart they did it an watched me fall apart an when they knew i was torn apart 
id give in an they get what they wanted we were just pawns in there sick little game they 
played with our lives like it was there game
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September 12, 2026 at 1:07 PM
A statement seen visually all around. Sad and true. May the sun show its light again.
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April 16, 2016 at 12:49 AM
Nice to see this one again, Fawn..linda
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February 5, 2016 at 12:10 AM
well expressed. LINDA
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January 18, 2016 at 1:41 PM
Fawn, Awesome write, Thank You for sharing... SKAT...
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August 30, 2009 at 7:46 AM
their time will come, they will answer to God someday, then they will be the pawns, Jesus will always be the king, then you will be able to say check mate, it's nice reading your new work, God bless you from diane,
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August 30, 2009 at 6:42 AM
Here it is Sunday and the begining of a new week is upon us. And August is leaving us way to soon. I am enjoying reading such excellent poems today and am happy to see your poetry among them Fawn. May your pen forever flow. Love, Carol
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