Shimmy curls in her favorite place,
By the warmth of the fire’s gentle grace.
Her calico fur, so soft and bright,
Reflects in the flicker of the firelight.

With eyes half-closed, she dreams away,
In a world where she chases and playfully sways.
Her tiny paws twitch as she slumbers deep,
In the comfort of a peaceful sleep.

The hearth glows warmly, the night is still,
As Shimmy rests, so calm and tranquil.
A queen of the house, in her cozy domain,
Beside the flames, she’ll always remain.

In 2016, her luck took flight, 
Ninety-eight million gleaming bright. 
A young lady with dreams so tall, 
Little did she know she'd soon lose it all.

She danced in wealth, she bought, she spent, 
Invested in ventures wherever she went. 
A year of glory, her future seemed grand, 
The world was hers, riches in hand.

But money’s a beast with a playful grin, 
What looks like winning can lead to sin. 
She bought businesses, one after another, 
Until each venture began to smother.

One day her dreams took a sharp turn, 
The businesses crashed, her fortune burned. 
Stocks fell fast, investments sank, 
Suddenly her millions dwindled to blank.

The jokes began, her fortune now gone, 
"I used to be rich! Now where's my dawn?" 
She laughed at the loss, to hide her despair, 
A comedic mask for a life unfair.

From penthouses high to a humble street, 
She learned how quickly wealth can retreat. 
Now she's back where she once began, 
Riches may come, but they sure don’t plan.

So, she reflects as the world rolls by, 
Money may shine, but don’t ask why. 
For fortune's fickle, it comes and it goes, 
In everyday life, who really knows?

The river's song in moonlight fell,
A tale she'd weave, a secret spell.
Her waters shimmered, soft and wide,
But she was not to be my bride.

She danced beneath the stars so free,
A silver thread through hill and tree.
I walked her banks in soft embrace,
Yet knew I'd never claim her grace.

Her whispers called me every night,
A gentle pull, a soft delight.
We were the same, her voice would say—
Two travelers, doomed to travel alone.

Though I adored her boundless current,
To clutch at her brilliance wasn't my part.
Her beauty was wild and born to wander,
Her heart a rhythm and her soul a psalm.

And so I watched as she sailed off to sea,
Her waters glimmer till morning be. In her, I found a tender reprieve—
Gladness of love, the beauty of letting go.

I wish I was happy, but it feels so far, 
A light out of reach, like a distant star. 
Is it too much to ask, to find peace in this race, 
When I’m lost in the crowd, seeking my own place?

I want to be different, to stand apart, 
With dreams that burn fierce in the depths of my heart. 
Yet the world spins around, with a ceaseless hum, 
And I wonder if my time will ever come.

I see myself rising, at the top of it all, 
Where the doubts and the whispers no longer call. 
But happiness feels like a fleeting embrace— 
I chase it, but it slips, like wind in a chase.

Still, I dream in the silence, in the calm of the night, 
That one day I'll shine in my own perfect light.

If you’ve got a problem, speak it now, 
I don’t have all day, can’t show you how. 
You stir my best memories from the past, 
But I know, in time, they’ll turn to ash. 

I’ve got trust issues, deep as the sea, 
So if you love me, say it honestly. 
Before the sun sinks, and shadows creep, 
Before my mind falls too far, too deep. 

Bad thoughts swirl, a storm in my head, 
Crazy whispers that fill me with dread. 
Don’t bother me when I’m on this edge, 
One wrong word, and I might pledge— 

To forget it all, the good old days, 
Bitter-sweet moments, lost in a haze. 
So much for joy, for laughter’s sound, 
Say you love me, before the sun goes down.

Beneath the boughs of green and gold,  
Where whispers of the past are told,  
He stood, a heart both fierce and shy,  
A question poised beneath the sky.  

His best friend’s eyes, a steady flame,  
Met his, a mix of hope and shame.  
A laugh, a nudge, a teasing cheer,  
Yet now he spoke, and silence near.  

“I love you more than words have dared,  
More than moments we’ve ever shared.”  
The wind held breath, the branches stilled,  
As longing, once hidden, was fulfilled.  

She smiled, the softest, sweetest curve,  
A response that calmed each nerve.  
“I’ve waited for this truth to bloom,  
For love to fill this quiet room.”  

Under the pear tree, old and wise,  
They found their courage, shed disguise.  
Roots entwined, like fates aligned,  
Two souls confessed, no longer blind.  

And in that dusk, beneath the leaves,  
They wove a story time believes.  
For love once whispered, once set free,  
Can only grow, like that old tree.

Something in the rain, where my tears collide,  
With the ache in my chest that I can't quite define.  
A pain without reason, but it’s heavy and deep,  
In the downpour, I crumble, too tired to weep.  

Something in the rain, when I let go inside,  
Too lazy to move, too numb to decide.  
It’s strange, I laugh it off, don’t know why,  
Maybe it’s easier than asking or trying to hide.  

Something in the rain, reminds me of you,  
The way you would laugh, the joy that broke through.  
Now I'm left with the sound of drops on the ground,  
And the echoes of memories where you can't be found.

I know who I am, my heart holds the key,  
Not the words he speaks, nor what he sees in me.  
I stand in my truth, in the quiet and still,  
With courage and strength, I bend to my will.  

The power is mine, to shape and renew,  
To craft my own miracle, a life that's true.  
I’ll honor my soul, in the path I choose,  
For staying true to myself, there's nothing to lose.  

In moments of doubt, I’ll rise and declare,  
I am more than his judgment, free from despair.  
A favor I give, to the person I am,  
To stay fiercely loyal to my own inner plan.

In a city that buzzes, yet feels so alone,  
A heart wanders aimless, a soul overgrown.  
Scrolling through profiles, each swipe feels the same,  
Behind every smile, there's a shadow of pain.

Late nights on screens, where the laughter seems bright,  
But inside there's a struggle, a fading light.  
“Is love just a filter?” they ponder and sigh,  
As emojis and hashtags just pass them by.

Cafés filled with chatter, but they sit in a haze,  
Lost in the noise, caught in a daze.  
“Why can’t I connect?” they silently cry,  
While the world moves around them, they wonder why.

Their heart’s a soft whisper, hidden beneath,  
A longing for touch, but fear feels like teeth.  
They dream of a hand that might hold them so tight,  
But the search for connection feels like endless night.

Yet deep down a flicker, a hope starts to bloom,  
That love might emerge from the depths of the gloom.  
For in this vast chaos, where hearts often break,  
Perhaps one kindred spirit will finally awake.

So they take a deep breath, step out of the shade,  
Embracing the journey, the risk must be made.  
In this modern society, where darkness can creep,  
They’ll chase after love, even if it feels steep.

In a world where tech meets tradition's embrace,  
Different generations share the same space.  
Boomers recall when phones had a cord,  
While Gen Z’s like, “What’s a landline? Oh, bored!”

Millennials swipe left, then swipe right with glee,  
Finding love in the pixels, or so it would seem.  
Gen X rolls their eyes, with a sigh and a grin,  
“Back in my day, we didn’t need apps to win!”

And what of identities, vibrant and wide?  
From he, she, they—everyone can decide.  
With labels aplenty, each story unique,  
Expressions of self, not just a technique.

A non-binary friend might just say with a cheer,  
“I’m me, and that’s fabulous, loud and clear!”  
While trans folks remind us, it’s all about choice,  
Embracing our truths, let’s raise up our voice!

So here’s to the ages, and identities bold,  
A tapestry woven, with stories retold.  
In this colorful world, let’s dance side by side,  
Celebrate differences, with love as our guide!