poetry

saying she was gorgeous… 

​i remember looking at her, saying that she was gorgeous. and i noticed her slight glow right after. as i smiled and kissed her, thinking to myself… i know she thinks, i was telling her that she was gorgeous. although i was saying what i saw in her was gorgeous. but as long as she was glowing, it didn’t matter how she understood me. because who am i to tell a star, how to shine. 

-joshua ryan stewart

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