Pretty

I don't think I've ever called anyone pretty

But hell, your name even rhymes with it, Lily

It felt so wrong yet so good too

as I whispered "She's so pretty" into the silence of my room

You're pretty like the sky and the rising morning sun

Or the silly laughters when we have a little fun

Photos can never capture how pretty you are

Your smile can outshine any and every star

You're so pretty, Lily, even time stands still

That I wish to tell you, but I know I never will