Shall I compare you to a damn summer day?
Hell no — you’re way more steady, real, and bright;
Those hot-ass months can fade and drift away,
While you keep showing up and owning the night.
The crappy winds can wreck the fresh May blooms,
And summer’s shine can get a little weak;
The sun sometimes goes full drama queen with fumes,
Then ghosts the world for weeks and weeks.
But your good vibe? Man, that shit won’t fade,
Your spark won’t get erased by time’s bullshit;
No aging clock can make your glow downgrade,
No cheap-ass fate can ever cancel it.
So long as people breathe and stories roll,
This poem keeps your badass heart and soul.
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