Houses, like people
Look you strait in the eye
And deceive you
Look at the beauty
That kisses your eyes
White house, blue shutters
Wild flowers tamed, yet free
And the scenic gardens
Seemingly protecting the glee
Hope wells inside
And conjures dreams of a better life
But there are cracks in their foundations
Ones too small for passer byes to see
These flaws are hidden so carefully
Burying the truth alive
Interchanging them with lies
Every day they deny
Comforting themselves through lies
Their world’s alright
And it’s not ending tonight
And their houses won’t fall
Not this night
But on the inside
Tear drenched beams
Sag under the weight of the lies
Disguising turmoil within
The human and the home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem