blind and all-seeing

Was she pretty like the sky

on a rainy day?

Was she pretty like the moon

hiding behind the clouds?

Was she pretty like the flowers

that bloomed when it was warm?

Why did you call her pretty?

She won't feel pretty.

In her eyes, she is 

the epitome of not.

And you have no right to call her pretty.

And she has no right to think she's not.

Still, she will believe what she does.

And she will listen to you

when you tell her she's pretty.

And she may even believe you,

but she will believe 

herself,

at the end of the day.

When the sky fades into night,

when the moon falls behind the horizon,

and when the flowers wilt.

She'll never see,

but that's okay,

because neither

will you.

Will you?

stay good.