SelfieA 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;
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Added on February 6, 2014 Last Updated on February 6, 2014 AuthorAcropolixNetherlandsAboutMy writing says who I am, who I want to be, and who I will never be. more..Writing
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