Ode to Mikayla Bella
In the quiet corners of the net,
Where retweets spin and threads are set,
Mikayla weaves her simple art,
A happily married, humble heart.
Since ‘09 she’s watched it grow,
The timeline’s ebb, the meme’s quick flow,
A follower of thoughts profound,
Yet in her joy, she’s truly found.
No crown she seeks, no throne to claim,
Just echoes shared beneath her name,
A quiet voice in digital skies,
Yet sharp as stars that never lie.
Mikayla Bella, light and free,
A whisper in the scroll’s vast sea—
But even whispers shape the night,
And every share sparks new delight.