Infatuation

Infatuation

A 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.

© 2014 Acropolix


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So if you post your poems under a different identity, I'll know for I know the real one now.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Acropolix

10 Years Ago

I believe an artist always leaves an identity, a personality, in the artwork. For expressing yoursel.. read more
Artistic Style- something that can't be put into words. Something you can only learn to discern & recognize after a certain number of works. Think I'm beginning to understand yours by now. I enjoyed the last two lines a lot.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Acropolix
Acropolix

Netherlands



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