No Wife, No Legacy, Just Ls (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 9 for Gen Z)

Is it for fear that you’ll go ghost, all sad,
And leave the world low-key crying on your own,
That you keep dodging love like it’s so bad,
And waste your glow-up, staying cold and alone?

No love-mess can slide into your face
Like tears that know your vibe and hit your soul;
But unused beauty, left with no trace,
Stays there in you, and that is the real toll.

Then, for the world, you’re basically killing
The sweet future you could’ve made with you;
For when you die, no little one is willing
To carry your vibe and keep it all true.

No heir of yours will clock your fine aura,
And the world takes the loss way harder.