Snow

I see them falling down, beautiful in every angle.

They're like little blue crowns, fit for any angel.

I touch and held one and stared, at it's crystal form.

I touched it softly for I was scared, scared that it might deform.

It's so beautiful and perfect, and it's hard to believe it came to me.

So shiny, so precious for such an object, and I see.

I see them stop falling, and they all start to fall.

To the point were they're thawing, a great downfall.

Like life, when it's all perfect and right, everything goes down the drain.

I let go of the snowflake and I site,how my life as that snowflake and how i'm going to be heartbroken..... again.