When I say you are pretty,
I don't mean it as a comment on how your lips twitch when you get nervous,
How you play with your fingers when I compliment you,
How your eyes reflect galaxies when I look at them,
How your face stands out in the crowd, only for me,
How the scent of your hair makes me feel home, or
How the mole on your forehead makes me want to kiss them every time the wind plays with your hair.
When I say you are pretty,
I mean that your existence alone makes me happy.
When I say you are pretty,
I mean you are the one thing that keeps me going,
The one thing that I'd die for.
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