Don’t

Don’t play me the song of your love;

When I’m in pain.

Don’t teach me to fly,

Then cut my wings halfway.

Don’t tell me to speak,

But rip my voice box away.

Don’t teach me how to love,

When there’s a hole were your heart used to lay.

Don’t tell me to stay;

When you’re holding her in my place.

Don’t tell me to wait,

When you’re on a flight to space.

I’m not a game!

©By A.J.

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