The Broken Was Once Beautiful

The dreary blood red house was boarded up for a lifetime
Full of teary eyes and forgotten lives
Stuck in a memory of the should be daughters
Lighting the world with passion and excitement

Instead the house stands with its windows lost behind
The splintering wood and rusty nails
No laughter lighting the walls, No one opening the doors,
Nothing dusting off a forgotten family

The mystery of the house is as bold as 
The shingles tumbling off with a monotonous 
Thud and as lost and meaningless 
As the fading pictures through the halls

Those memories repressed, those moments 
As still as concrete throughout the house
For decades the house has been shunned
God forbid the world remembers

Remembers that once the daughters were 
Running through the halls and painting the walls
Once their sun bleached hair was flowing like a shadow
Once their Earthy eyes were full of curiosity

All that's remembered is the blood red fireworks
That caked the pictures on the walls
And the piercing cry of the lost lives
That once used to smile and laugh.