The Front.
You hide so well,
What dwells inside.
The timeless oak door,
Veils the broken tape.
The smart shackled gates,
Conceal the wilting flowers within.
The dashing brown siding,
Covers the dusty old mirrors.
And the enigmatic red brick,
Enshrouds the worn-down boot soles.
I just wish you didn't have,
Windows.
