Missing Pictures
My young ears could hear
The sheer fear that was near
Tuck me in, despite your eyes full of fright
Whisper everything's alright
Kiss me goodnight then turn off the light
Despite of the fact you're about to fight
I lay awake and debate
Dreams of a blank slate,
With a life that is great
The promises you made were easy to break
A room full of memories shattered on the floor
Like it didn't happen
Did before even matter?
I close my eyes and pray for a change
Only to wake and see a black bag packed
Mom picking up glass all bruised and black
Picture frames weren't the only thing cracked
The memories of a picture perfect family destroyed
Our house is a broken home
You kept letting him back
He promised not to do it again
But you didn't know for a fact
That black eye must have made you crack
Now close the door and tell him never to come back
So we can put the pieces he broke intact, the family cast
Move on from the passed blast, leave the broken pictures cracked in the past
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