Two little legs, big hearts to match, with ears that stand up proud,
They rule my world with tiny paws and bark that’s always loud.
Two black tri-colored kings at home, with crowns of fluff and charm—
My corgi boys, my soul’s delight, my comfort and alarm.

Romeo, the baby boy, a whirlwind on the floor,
With zoomies in the morning light and sass I can’t ignore.
He spins like storms with lightning feet, obnoxious as can be,
But in his chaos lives a love that’s wild and fierce and free.

Godrick, calm with wiser eyes, the older, patient knight,
He watches all with quiet grace, his mind both sharp and bright.
He’s gentle when the world feels loud, a grounding kind of peace,
A steady soul who holds me close when all I need is ease.

Together they are joy and light, a duo made just right—
The thunderbolt and guiding star, the laughter and the light.
They cuddle close, they steal my socks, they own the couch and bed,
And every day I thank the stars for every kiss and shed.

They’re not just pets, they’re heartbeats with tails that wag with glee,
My Romeo and Godrick—my perfect family.
They've filled my life with endless love, no words could quite express,
My corgis are my everything—my chaos and my rest.

I count my blessings every day, and near the top, it’s clear—
Are friends who feel like family, who hold me close and dear.
Through laughter loud and late-night calls, through chaos and through calm,
They’ve wrapped me in a love so deep, it’s been my healing balm.

Our bond’s not built from blood or name, but something even more—
A soulful thread, a steady root, a wide and open door.
They’ve seen my worst and stayed around, no judgment in their eyes,
Just honesty and inside jokes and truth that never lies.

While some ties fade like passing winds, these hearts remain so true,
They show up when the world goes dark and help me make it through.
They’ve held my hand when I was weak, and danced when I was strong—
A chosen crew that’s walked with me through every right and wrong.

So thank you, God, for souls like this, who feel like home to me—
Whose love runs deeper than the blood of any family tree.
I’m rich in ways the world can’t see, with treasures that don’t end—
For nothing beats the kind of love that comes from a true friend.

Somewhere, But Not Today
The dating pool is feeling small, a sea that's running dry,
With half-healed hearts and ghosting games that make me roll my eyes.
I’ve seen the charm, the empty lines, the talk with no real plan—
It’s rare to find a grown-up soul wrapped in a decent man.

But still, I keep a hopeful heart, I know that love is real,
That somewhere there's a steady hand, a love that I can feel.
Not rushed, not forced, just honest eyes and someone who can stay—
My person’s out there in the world… just not in mine today.

And that's okay—'cause on my own, I’ve found a certain peace,
I take myself on dates and dance when all the noise has ceased.
I laugh out loud, I spoil me, I stretch and breathe and grow,
And every day I learn myself in ways I’ve come to know.

I’m not in need, I’m not in lack, I’m full in every way—
But still I send a prayer out to the stars in case they say:
“Your match is on their way to you, just trust the gentle pace.”
Until that day, I’ll love my life and hold my own sweet space.

Life’s been shining like the sun, in skies so clear and blue,
My mind is light, my spirit bright, my health feels strong and new.
Surrounded by the sweetest souls who lift me when I fall,
Their laughter rings like silver bells—a joy that fills it all.

We’ve shared our secrets, chased our dreams, danced under moonlit skies,
Collected moments, big and small, where happiness resides.
The love I feel within my tribe, so steady, warm, and true—
It’s proof that life’s a miracle unfolding in my view.

I’m grateful for the peaceful mind that once was filled with rain,
For strength within my beating heart, and lightness after pain.
I look into the mirror now and love the me I see—
I’m proud, I’m fierce, I’m beautiful, I’m finally feeling free.

Each breath’s a gift I treasure deep, each sunrise feels brand new,
I taste the sweetness of my days in everything I do.
Thank you, God, for blessing me with laughter, love, and light—
I love my life, I love myself—it all just feels so right.

Life’s been blooming golden, sweet as honey on my tongue,
Single, unbothered, shining bright, forever feeling young.
I’m pouring love into my cup until it brims and spills,
Spoiling myself in little ways that give me endless thrills.

New dresses just because, fine dinners with my name,
Sparkling under city lights, unafraid to stake my claim.
Sunsets shared with chosen ones who see my truest face,
Laughing till the sky turns pink, my favorite sacred space.

I’m wild, I’m weird, I’m wonderful—I keep my magic close,
A cocktail of authentic me, the parts I love the most.
No shrinking down, no dulling shine, no mask to hide my fire,
I’m living out loud, dancing free to every wild desire.

So if you’re stepping to my world, come ready, come correct—
Exceed the love I give myself, bring passion and respect.
Know how to date an attractive soul who’s rich in her own glow,
And understand it takes a king to match the queen I know.

Life’s been so **** good to me—I’m basking in my light,
And only those who honor that may share my stars at night.

He was an amazing man, kind eyes and gentle hands,
Who’d bring me laughter, quiet nights, and softly whispered plans.
But shadows lingered in his mind, unseen to passing eyes,
A fortress built of doubts and fears, beneath his calm disguise.

I’ve got my scars and fractures too—I’ve never claimed perfection—
But his were chains, invisible, that tightened our connection.
Rules wrapped round my spirit, lines drawn in shifting sand,
Until I wondered, with aching heart: Does he know who I am?

Almost four years we wove our lives, our memories entwined,
Yet somehow he could not see the woman at his side.
He dreamed of someone quieter, someone easier to hold,
Not this wild, bright, restless soul who can’t be shaped or sold.

My heart still breaks to think of him, his laugh, his sleepy grin,
I mourn the love we almost had, the way we could have been.
But freedom called me gently home to rediscover me—
To dance, to breathe, to sing my truth, unbound and finally free.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for, a peace he couldn’t find,
But deep inside I know the truth that echoes in my mind:
It wasn’t me he needed, and no matter how I’d try—
I couldn’t be the woman who would live inside his lie.

So here I stand, with tender grief and sunlight on my skin,
Healing, whole, and hopeful for the life I’m living in.
For all the pain, it was worth the cost, this freedom fierce and true—
A chance to love myself again—and live as someone new.

He was an amazing man—gentle smile, a thoughtful touch,
A million tender moments that once meant so much.
But hidden in his quiet eyes, a storm he couldn’t still,
Insecurities like heavy stones, bending love to will.

I have my own soft fractures, fears that bruise my heart,
But his became a silent rule that kept us worlds apart.
I fell in love with his potential—who he could one day be—
Not always with the man who stood, flesh and bone, with me.

I painted dreams across his name, believing love could grow,
But he just couldn’t love me in the way I needed so.
I asked for space to spread my wings, for trust without a cage,
But he kept trying to edit me, to rewrite every page.

Almost four years of laughter mixed with quiet, hidden ache—
Of losing pieces of myself for someone else’s sake.
And though my chest still tightens when his memory appears,
I know my newfound freedom was worth those falling tears.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for—a love that fits him right,
Someone who won’t burn her glow just to keep the peace at night.
Because I couldn’t be the woman who stayed small to ease his mind—
I needed room to be my truth, untamed, and unconfined.

I grieve the man I thought he was, and love the truth I see:
That loving someone’s future self was never enough for me.
Now I’m learning who I am again, beneath the endless sky—
Free, at peace, and certain that I finally chose goodbye.