Beautiful Things

I always fall in love with beautiful things; The year's first snowfall is an untouched scape Of sweet serenity, shimmering in cool blue Effervescence... I always fall in love with beautiful things; His smile was warm- His soul was so beautiful... I always destroy the beauty in the things I love- The perfection of the first snowfall is trodden on Until it is a mishmash of clumsy footprints, Of the dips where I stumbled And of the grooves I shoved through- I always destroy the beauty in the things I love... There's always pain behind his smile now... The things I love always destroy me... I'm left with cold feet And two broken hearts- His, and mine