if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.

Before you, romance and love
was a distant thought,
a concept I could neither
touch nor name,
so rare like the shooting star
that yearned to be caught
on the day you finally came.

I was besotted with your warmth
like a meteor trail of cosmic rain.
I gravitated towards your voice,
a sound beyond anything I can compare.
Your smile breathed life into my soul,
and your eyes sparkled like stardust
scattered into the midnight air.

I remember how we slow danced
and you made my heart lose control,
and in the moments I could not speak
your safe arms were my guide,
and your presence filled the void inside.
You painted auroras on the night sky,
showing me, what love should truly mean, and I am star-blessed.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I love seeing the sunrise every morning in the car on my way to school
Because the sun doesn’t give a **** about my sadness

Despite me not wanting to rise myself
The sun rises each morning
And each morning it is beautiful
No matter what

I love seeing the sunset every night in my backyard
Because the sun doesn’t give a **** about my anger
Even though I sometimes want to shatter into tiny pieces
It still provides a beautiful and whole view

It sets despite how jealous I might be
Because the sun doesn’t give a **** about my jealousy

I love the sun

the dream said a smile
comes along once in a while
and does whatever

cool breeze on skin
refreshing breathing-in

air from across the sea
full of salt and fish-

singing Whales
-tales of the deep.