Fallen autumn leaf,
Silent breath, the still earth sleeps—
Time's last whispered sigh.

You were a chapter, a fleeting song,
A place I stayed, but not for long.
We built a home on fragile ground,
And lost the love we thought we’d found.

But still, I hope you find your peace,
That broken hearts can one day cease.
Though we're apart, I’ll always care—
A quiet love still lingers there.

You are the roots that hold me still,
The gentle strength, the iron will.
Through every tear and every fall,
You stood beside me through it all.

Your love, a light that guides my way,
A steady hand, come night or day.
No words could ever quite convey,
The love I feel for you today.

They call me villain, yet here I stand,
No bloodied blade, no cruel hand.
I see your pain, I hear your cries,
In every word, a truth disguised.

One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name,
And feel the burn, and know the shame.
For villains aren't born in shadow's hue—
They're just the broken parts of you.

Beneath the city's glowing spire,
A Christmas tree, a heart’s desire.
Its branches stretch, both near and far,
To hold the dreams of who we are.

I gaze ahead, the season's call,
For family ties, for one and all.
A time to heal, to bridge the gaps,
To mend the wounds of life's collapse.

Our health, our hope, a shared refrain,
Through remedies that soothe the pain.
Traditions old, yet ever wise,
A gift to help new strength arise.

Together here, a spark ignites,
To work, to strive, to set things right.
For parents, children, lives entwined,
A culture's roots, its soul defined.

Beneath this tree, we stand as one,
Our battles fought, our victories won.
The city shines, the stars align,
A brighter world, a hope divine.

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.