Perfect

Here is our home
With our white iron gate,
The symbol of perfection,
Every painting, couch, plate.
We never argue, disagree,
Just stay long enough
And you will see.
That this reality, portrait of us
Should have lasted
Been enough
(and maybe it was,
but
I
was
not).

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 6:
For today’s prompt, write a things-not-as-they-appear poem. Poetry is filled with metaphors, similes, symbols, and layered meanings, so this should be a softball prompt.

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