Torment - Poem by Christopher Ridgeway
Golden haired goddess or Angel haired destroyer?
Either way a tormentor of young hearts.
Blue eyes piercing the darkness
Unknowingly stealing my wit, wisdom, confidence, self-control.
Replaced with uncertainty, insanity, compulsion.
Pressing my heart into service, when my mind says no.
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