She laughs like the sun through a window at dawn,
Even on days when she’s barely holding on.
She talks to the stars like they’re old, loyal friends,
Asking the moon how her story will end.
Her eyes hold the weight of a world that won’t bend,
Yet she still offers light, even when she pretends.
With every small moment, her softness just shows—
It’s magic, the way that she glows.
The way she glows when she’s not trying to,
When she’s quiet, unsure, still breaking through.
She’s a storm and a sunset, a whisper and fight,
A mess wrapped in wonder, a fire kissed by night.
And I swear every version of her that I know
Is why I stay—
For the way she glows.
She’ll roll her eyes but she cares far too deep,
Losing sleep over hearts she was never meant to keep.
She’s loud when she laughs, soft when she cries,
Says she's fine, but her silence never lies.
She dreams with a heart stitched in colors unknown,
And still carries the love she’s never been shown.
Every sigh, every skip in her steps somehow shows
That it’s rare—the way that she glows.
The way she glows when no one sees,
When she dances alone in quiet melodies.
She’s chaos and calm, in perfect disguise,
Like lightning that kisses the edge of the skies.
And I’d write her name in every note,
To sing out loud—
The way she glows.
She says she’s too loud, too lazy, too much,
But I only see a girl I long to touch.
Not just skin, but soul—where the real beauty shows,
In her fear, in her fire,
In the way she glows.
So when she forgets, or the world tells her “no,”
I’ll remind her with love, with all that I know:
That she’s sunlight in shadow, a home in the cold,
A song that gets better the more it's retold.
And forever, I’ll stay—
For the way she glows.
