Pretty

A Poem by Little Pill

You told me I was pretty.
You're the only boy to ever say that to me.
Then you gave me a flower and I put it in my hair.
Everyone thought it was strange, but I didn't care.

Went home and put your flower in a book so forever it will keep.
For the first time in a long time I didn't cry myself to sleep.
But you're just a friend and that's all I want you to be,
And thankfully I know you feel the same about me.

That one word got me through a day maybe two.
Too bad the guy I wished had said it wasn't you.
I don't mean to be ungrateful, because you made me so happy.
But you and I both know who I wanted it to be.

I love you everyday for what you said.
You made me for at least one day not wish I was dead.
So you may not be him, but thank you anyway.
For the first time in my life I felt pretty that day,