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White walkers

My clear white walkers,

Never seems to amaze me.

They always get giddy,

Anytime you fazed me.

Guess they’ll tell you,

How much your presence scare me.

It brings me stress,

I’m not one to seem depress.

But the way you control me;

Leaves me no rest.

©By A.J

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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.

©Photo by Noah Buscher on Unsplash