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
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