Below is the poem entitled The Perfect Imperfection which was written by poet
Carlton. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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If I confess to my greed, shallow heart and ignorant soul
call me a liar.
My heart was stolen, so call me the thief.
If I burn the innocents of a humble child
bury me in slander.
Call me a bastard and cast the first stone. Leave me alone with my company.
Scream my name and curse the devils work.
Bury me alive and shed tears at my funeral
my tombstone shall read;
The Perfect Imperfection...