Deception of Breakage
Broken hearts, but fixed faces.
No scares on outer appearance.
scares and dim stars within.
Peace on the outside,
but war within.
You never truly seen the home,until you walk in.
Glass broken in every room,while pretty
decorations outside,leaving you to assume.
Any home might need a good broom.
Until you walk in please don't assume.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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