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The stars are shining bright
The sky is clear tonight
music on the radio
It's time to let go

Time with your friends
A blessing to the end
The world doesn't matter
When you have  love

The fire is burning bright
The laughter is no surprise
A sparkle in someone's eye
When you have love
Fast falls the rain,
cold upon the summer of my expectations,
and yet, I do not feel it wet upon my skin,
it puts a damper on my aspirations,
the earth is dry, my sense of drowning lies within
I watch you write,  
your pen flowing like a river,  
each word a current
that pulls me under.  
I am ensnared in your story,  
captivated and lost
in the beautiful, broken
and hurting depths of you.

©️Lizzie Bevis
What can I say, you all inspired me!
I love reading your pieces, watching your creativity bloom onto this page.
Thank you for being you. 🙂
In the depths of despair
hope will fade,
and emptiness will follow;
But, you are not alone there.

A heartbeat within
wills you to be strong,
to find yourself
and carry on.

So, take a breath,
let it in,  
Love begins,
let it go…

©️Lizzie Bevis
If I told you that I was diagnosed with mixed anxiety and depressive disorder would you believe me?

I always try to be the positive ray sunshine, to bring a little more light into the ****** world.
We all have dark days, I empathise completely.

I write some of my poems in bed and have pyjama days because I just don't want to face the world, and that's ok…I just don't stay there. ❤️‍🩹
Shadeless shapes shifting
Back and forth and upside down
Not sure what is real
I'm not confident which category this should be placed in. It's kinda about the nature of things AND the nature of people...it's a Henyrū ****
they build bridges so you can jump off them and some men do.
Some people burn them, a neat trick when they're made from granite or concrete,

This has nothing to do with Friday.
That is the bridge we haven't come to,
and a voice from the back shouts,
"Are you sure?"
and I say
I'll cross that question when I come to it.

It must be time for coffee
She said,
looking at me
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