• She was pretty.
    Scratch that.
    She was beautiful.
    Scratch that too.
    She was more beautiful,
    Than a sunrise,
    Or rainfall on an autumn day
    When the leaves dance in the wind
    And the sky filled with life.
    More beautiful than a flower
    That breaks through the cracks
    Of a concrete jungle
    And brings color to the air.
    She was more beautiful,
    Than any poem that's ever been written.
    She was beautiful.
    Scratch that.
    She still is.