Look It UpA Poem by KeelyJane
The abrasion of your audacity scrapes and tears
My insides bleed in awe Like sun charred flesh on an old oak tree You've rubbed my empathy raw My understanding of your abhorrent ways is truant I detest the callousness you display The decree of my good sense is partial to your absence I oppose the exposure of your ways I will not represent you as a friend If I cannot defend you with conviction My eye sees not your eye Thus our perspectives face affliction My candid discourse may leave you to glower But firmly I still stand Lucid acuity is my blessing Respect is my demand ...Look it up © 2013 KeelyJaneFeatured Review
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