You’re a chaotic kind of magic,
A dork with a heart of gold,
A story written in messy ink
That’s never been quite told.
​You’ve got that wild, untamed spirit,
A look that’s strictly your own,
Like a rare gemstone in the rough
Or a wildflower, fully grown.
​It’s in the way you trip on air,
Then grin like you meant to fly,
A beautiful, clumsy masterpiece
That catches every eye.
​You’re simplified and singular,
A masterpiece, start to finish—
A one-of-a-kind, electric spark
That time could never diminish.
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