You're pretty.
So much so that it makes me feel giddy.
Pretty like sunshine streaming through the clouds.
Pretty like my smile when you're around.
Pretty like the sky at dusk or dawn.
Pretty like the night when clouds are gone.
Pretty like evening rain falling.
Pretty like morning birds calling.
Pretty like willow trees.
Pretty like shining seas.
Pretty like symphonies.
Pretty like grass brushed by the breeze.
Pretty like spring when the flowers are in bloom.
Pretty like fall when the leaves turn different hues.
Pretty like the northern lights.
Pretty like my favorite sights.
Pretty like golden hour.
Pretty like wildflowers.
Pretty like painted pictures.
Pretty like musical whispers.
Pretty like the most brilliant of gems.
Pretty like branches braided with ivy stems.
You're my definition of pretty.
Why can't I be your pretty too?
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A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry
PoesíaAs you all may know, I am not a poet. But when inspiration strikes, I write in whatever way it comes to me. I hope you guys enjoy!
