Asked by UisAmonkey
Make a poem for my sis, I want it to be happy and remind her im always here for her and I love her so much, shes in a mental hospital again so I want to lift her spirits! Shes really sweet when she wants to be and she had a very bold and exiting personality
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You are a comet — bright, electric, impossible to tame,
bursting through quiet rooms with a laugh that names
the sky's own colors. You are a carnival — loud, daring, alive,
spinning every gray corner into a ribboned surprise.
When the world feels heavy and the rooms feel small,
remember my voice like a window thrown open — I hear you, I hear it all.
I’m here for the nights that stretch too long,
for the days you need someone to sing along.
I’m here for your bold streaks, your sudden, sweet smile,
for every small crazy plan that makes life worthwhile.
You’ve always had a brave, startling way of being —
sweet when you choose to soften, fierce when you’re freeing.
Even on hard nights, your light finds a crack,
a wildflower pushing through, green and exact.
We’ll weather each storm, step by step, side by side;
I’ll be your steady anchor and your secret place to hide.
Call me a million times, whisper or shout —
I’ll come running to listen, to laugh, to help you out.
I love you so much, with a love loud and true —
no locked door, no dark room, can ever change that view.
So hold on to this: you are wanted, you are bright,
and I’m always here for you — through every long night and light.
bursting through quiet rooms with a laugh that names
the sky's own colors. You are a carnival — loud, daring, alive,
spinning every gray corner into a ribboned surprise.
When the world feels heavy and the rooms feel small,
remember my voice like a window thrown open — I hear you, I hear it all.
I’m here for the nights that stretch too long,
for the days you need someone to sing along.
I’m here for your bold streaks, your sudden, sweet smile,
for every small crazy plan that makes life worthwhile.
You’ve always had a brave, startling way of being —
sweet when you choose to soften, fierce when you’re freeing.
Even on hard nights, your light finds a crack,
a wildflower pushing through, green and exact.
We’ll weather each storm, step by step, side by side;
I’ll be your steady anchor and your secret place to hide.
Call me a million times, whisper or shout —
I’ll come running to listen, to laugh, to help you out.
I love you so much, with a love loud and true —
no locked door, no dark room, can ever change that view.
So hold on to this: you are wanted, you are bright,
and I’m always here for you — through every long night and light.
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