Your Own Troll
A moment catches on the heart when you spot a lovely face.
The wish for more fills every fiber of body and soul.
Fear of reality, it’s never as good as the dream.
Is the risk of a broken heart worth the chance at embrace?
Can a girl bring nourishment to a spirit so broken, burned like charcoal?
Will her touch, a kiss, an embrace be worth the pain and scream?
Negative and dark thoughts arise to overcome good, the mind does like to race.
She is right there, a chance, a taste, but it’s hard when you’re your own troll.
Stupid man running ahead, and behind, below and to the ground in extreme.
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