Look at what I'm looking at.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Hey now. Do you wanna see the rage?
It's my little niche, a unique color. Find it out and talk all about it. Because it's what I've got. For the world in everyday. Where the sphere doesn't fit in. It's what some may never... Know to let in. It's my character. It's in the offset, look on my face. Not tied into or by dishonesty. Cause honestly, it's disgusting. The way some of you go about, day to day. The day today will probably not do. Please talk to me about it, and ask. Hey now, do you wanna see the rage? Because it's what I've got. For the world in everyday. Don't let me down, I can't touch here. It's too deep and the view is to steep. I can't fly so high where the scales sleep. Please let me down, I need the sound. I can't touch here. The present won't keep, my attention. It's the reason I wish I could lift it away. And let the air breath. With Mon cher. And when you get my attention, it won't last. Don't let me down, I can't touch here. It's too deep and the view is to steep. I can't fly so high where the scales sleep. Please let me down, I need the sound. My little unique color. It's all the rage. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonReviews
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