One think I always thought was beautiful was an open field filled with flowers
Their different colors blending into my eyes making them shine
Until a snake
Forked tongue
Evil eyes
Head of lies
comes slithering out of everything good and pure
You never know whats hiding beneath the surface

One thing I always thought was beautiful was a washing machine
Every week it would wash away my mistakes
My spills
And I started fresh
But then there was that one stain
That one memory that the soap of forgiveness could not erase
And I could not start fresh

One thing I always thought was beautiful was light switches
They have long lives and with a few muscle movements a world of darkness and rejection turns into a world of light and acceptance
But when they wires break and the electricity runs dry the light disappears
or is replaced
Plunging you into the rejection once more with a few muscle movements

One thing I always thought was beautiful was you
your smile, your eyes, your hair, you simple sarcasm, the way you always seemed to be there.
Past tense
Then you changed
Moved away so fast I was surprised not to see fire coming out of your ankles

And now I'm here
Finding hell in places hell is supposed to fear
One think I always thought was beautiful was hope