Pretty my heart stops
Pretty my heart hurts
I could stare at you forever
Because I can see a lifetime in your eyes
Your shy smile may say you’re not ready
But I know how to wait
I die a little inside when you look away
With your back turned
I feel the seconds pass
Each minute feeling like an hour
But I can still picture
Every detail of your soft features
Pretty my heart stops
Pretty my heart hurts
Such pure innocence
Rose tinted cheeks
Delicate yet full lips
A masterpiece that cannot be replicated
A museum cannot own you
You are living, breathing art
Pretty see what you’ve done to my heart?
No work of literature
No painting, no flash of a camera
No lyric of a song
Can ever do you justice
Pretty my heart stops
Pretty my heart hurts
Distance doesn’t distort your beauty
Finely shaped blurred edges
Darkness doesn’t cover anything up
The stars shine
Constellations make way
The moon would never hide
Because they need to be with you
Pretty my heart stops
Pretty my heart hurts
You are not a drunken thought
You are not a mirage
You are not an illusion
You are not a two dimensional character
Supporting my need of aesthetic
Pretty my heart stops
Pretty my heart hurts
Pretty? I need a better description
Dear Juliet 