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.

I want to be a cat, so sleek and sly, 
but Mom says, "You're already one, my oh my!" 
"Mom, I'm Catholic, that’s not what I mean, 
I meant a feline, all fluffy and keen!"

But she just laughs, says, "Don’t be so daft, 
You’re purr-fect as you are, no need for that craft!" 
Still, I dream of whiskers, a tail, and a hat, 
But I guess for now, I’ll stay where I’m at!

Tell me you love me, let the truth be bare,  
I’ve come so far just to feel you there.  
They call me crazy, they don’t understand
I’m only reaching to hold your hand.  

No stories, no guesses, I don’t want lies,  
I’m done with the clouds and faded skies.  
Let silence be filled with what’s real and near,  
Just tell me plainly, that’s all I hear.  

If you ask me to stay, I’ll settle down,  
But honesty’s all that I ask for now.  
Don’t paint the future, just let us see,  
The ending unfiltered, meant to be.  

Let’s water this truth, let it grow, let it climb
Let endings bloom like flowers in time.

I love you, I hate you, I pull, and I push,
My heart's in a tangle, a wild, restless hush.
I want you, I crave you, I’m lost in this tide,
No compass to guide me, no place left to hide.

So read through my words, each tangled-up thought,
As if they were notes that confusion has wrought.
Sing me a song, let the melody sweep,
And carry me softly, gently to sleep.

In verses of heartache, in whispers of grace,
Let echoes of comfort find their own place.
For here I am drifting, unsure and afraid,
A soul in a song that the night has replayed

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.