Selfie

Selfie

A Poem by Acropolix

on her lips I drew the lines of age;
a self-made portrait smiling in quiet rage;
of dust and darkness I coloured her eyes,
of shades lined the spectrum of lies;
forever captured in the prime of youth;
there, crumbled below this layer of truth
that every man paint a heart,
yet brush against the broken shards;
powdered pigment blisters in the flash,
her character smoking away in the ash;

© 2014 Acropolix


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Added on February 6, 2014
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Acropolix
Acropolix

Netherlands



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