.
For some it is a poetic crime
to ever use an imperfect rhyme.
As the Emperor of enunciation
I embrace differing pronunciation.
So chain not words up in a prison
let them go with their own rhythm.
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© Pagan Paul (Sept 2015)

Eyes open
to                 dark
the

you say that I’m a liar
you think I never cared
you smile like nothing ever happened
you regret everything we shared

never confronting the problem
only hiding from reality
delusions you built in your head
destroying our sanctuary

but then it was never safe
your danger lingered daily
finally ruining everything
imploding because you are flaky

you run your mouth
and think I should care
but the truth is I don’t agree
and you are just a nightmare

I have learned to deny
every smile on your lips
because you mislead me
with all of your ***** tricks

you say that I’m the liar
but I know what’s right from wrong
I just want you to know
you’ve been the liar all along

sometimes when you look at me with your eyes like pearls and mine a tint red

I wonder

why would you decide to plant a seed in this broken vase

why water it everyday when you know it can't hold it all

but you did

and this little seed turned into a flower turned into a garden

I thank you for planting that seed

thank you for seeing more than this broken vase