"Stop calling her pretty.
She isn't 'pretty'.
Pretty doesn't even begin to describe her.
She is so much more than that.
She is kind hearted and heartbroken,
gentle
and dangerous,
an angel one day and a she devil the next,
intelligent yet silly,
hilariously funny yet devastatingly sad,
she is passion personified as a human being.
Pretty isn't even close.
She's a supernova that trails stardust in her wake, a constellation of contradictions plucked from outer space.
And all you can think to call her is 'pretty'."
-Nikita Gill
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
