InfatuationA Poem by Acropolix
It's not the dream of love
I fall asleep to or awake from. Not the music of strummed guitars I listen to or dance away from. Nor a portrait of her eyes I gaze at or shy away from. It's the solitude of a stranger I want to run away from.
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2014 Last Updated on February 17, 2014 AuthorAcropolixNetherlandsAboutMy writing says who I am, who I want to be, and who I will never be. more..Writing
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