Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)

Sometimes, I
Regret
Not regretting.

For him the worst thing that was broken was his bottle of whiskey,
for her it was her heart.

the rain falls
my breath fogs
everyone is running to find cover
umbrellas popping color into the streets
while i embrace the sky's tears
they hide my own
i think of you and how you can see the sun

love is an ocean
And i fear being fully submerged
i don't know if i can hold my breath for long enough
to see the beauties and the life it has to offer
but do i have really have to breathe when i'm lost underwater with you?