What if the life you dream to live
Is buried under what you give?
What if the love you seek so wide
Is waiting quiet, deep inside?

The world reflects what’s in your view—
So is it them… or maybe you?

Still figuring out this life of mine,
No clear map, just crooked lines.
But every step, though slow or fast,
Is leading me to home at last.

No need to match another's pace—
I’m running my one-of-one race.

You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.

I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.

I’ve been the storm, I’ve been the tree,
Breaking down and breaking free.
The deeper pain, the higher climb—
My soul’s grown wiser over time.

I don’t just bloom—I rise, I bend,
A story still I’ve yet to end.

I miss you more than I can say,
But I respect your choice to stay away.
No calls, no texts—just quiet air,
But still, I send you love from there.

We’re not a "we" like we once were,
But I’d be your friend, if you prefer.
No pressure, just a gentle truth—
I’ll care for you, with or without proof.

I see the universe inside of you,
A galaxy in every view.
Your soul is made of stars and light,
A cosmic fire burning bright.

But even suns can fade and stray,
And drift from love that begs to stay.
So if you go, just know it's true—
The universe still lives in you.

I miss you more than I let show, in quiet nights and song,
But reaching out feels one-sided, like I’m always wrong.
You’ve got my number, know my door—still silence fills the air,
And though I ache, I won’t chase love that won’t meet halfway there.

It’s strange how I can miss you so, yet you don’t seem to flinch,
While every memory pulls me back, you haven’t moved an inch.
I won’t forget, but I’ll stand still—my heart deserves that too,
Because missing me, just like I do, was always up to you.

We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.

What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.

That was then, this is now. The past is the past,
The pain was a storm, but it didn’t last.
I’ve healed in the sunlight, grown through the rain,
Turned all of my losses to lessons, not pain.

I’m walking in power, with peace in my chest,
No longer chasing what wasn’t my best.
The future feels golden, I’m finally free—
Becoming the version I’m proud now to be.

Life’s a path of twists and turns we rarely understand,
A map without a compass, drawn by some unseen hand.
Yet somehow in the chaos, in the moments we don’t plan,
We stumble into magic we could never quite demand.

A stranger's smile, a missed delay, a road we didn’t see—
All ripple into stories marked by sweet serendipity.
The things we thought were lost for good, the dreams we tucked away,
Come dancing back in different clothes on some unexpected day.

A lesson in a heartbreak, a blessing in disguise,
A storm that clears the way to show new beauty in the skies.
It’s messy and it’s marvelous, it’s laughter mixed with pain,
It’s tears that water flowers we never thought would bloom again.

So here’s to fate with playful hands, to timing’s hidden grace,
To finding what we didn’t seek in some surprising place.
We may not always understand the "why" behind the ride,
But life has ways of showing up exactly when it's right.

With open hearts, we ride the waves, through every mystery—
And trust the rhythm of the wind, sweet serendipity.

Eight 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.

Once, I wore a costume stitched from someone else’s dream,
Threads of “should” and “must” wrapped tight around my seams.
Your voice wove cages round my spirit, soft but stern,
Insisting who I was, dictating how I’d learn.

You pressed your mold against me, shaping edges I had grown,
Told me love meant sacrifice—till I was flesh and bone
Carved to fit your vision, a sculpture not my own,
Smiling through the silence, pretending I’d not known.

But freedom grows in secret cracks, in whispers, hidden sparks,
In midnight thoughts that dare to blaze like lightning in the dark.
I broke your cage wide open, let my true wings unfurl—
I soared beyond your borders, reclaimed my vivid world.

Now I dance in sunlit streets with laughter in my chest,
I paint my days in colors you forbade me to possess.
I’m wild wind and open sky, my spirit unconfined—
Free as a bird and loving every moment of my life.