It’s like I hear a clock ticking—
Will it stop if I stop breathing?
Endless scars, I keep on picking,
My lips taste blood; it’s seething.

I’m too young to feel this weight,
Too blessed to bear this fate.
So why does stress invade my state?
Why can’t I escape the ache?

Let us leave
Our hearts behind,
Forget the days
And the sky - spread wide,
Let us rejoice
Among the stars,
Crowding the moon,
Chasing the sun - tonight,
Let us be
But just bones - tonight,
Armour - where our souls reside,
Let us be
But just a dance,
Eternal - tonight.

Faces of the past...
Makes you wonder...
in the bittersweet melody of nostalgia,
makes you ponder...
What meaning does it bear,
to remember?
To remember,
The joy of sharing laughter,
The warmth of being in company
of one another?
Tell me truly,
why do I remember,
The warmth and the bliss,
I once had felt with someone,
who is now gone,
Forever?

I like the way you look at me
when were joking and you pretend to be mad
I like the way we can laugh together
at the stupidest things

I like the way you look at me
when we kiss
I like the way you look at me
all i can feel in that moment is bliss

I like when our noses touch
and we cant see each other's eyes
sometimes you look like a spider
with one too many eyes

I like the way you look at me
when you're a little mad
i like they way you come back to me
when it looks like im a little bit sad

Some doors are meant to stay unopened,
Some questions left silent in the air,
Some chapters end without conclusion,
Some paths often lead to nowhere.

Not every story needs an ending,
Not every wound needs words to heal,
Not every heart requires mending,
Not every truth needs a big reveal.

There's wisdom in quietly leaving,
There’s grace in letting mysteries be,
There’s peace in simply believing
That what must flow will find the sea.

So loose your grip on expectations,
Release the need to understand,
Accept the silent explanations,
Because it is not a part of your plan.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In quiet starlight beneath twin trees,
Where shadows danced in secret rhythms cast by campfire glows,
Hearts murmured softly to the moon.
Distance grown, lands apart,
Yet, a silent tether held firm.

Trails merge, unspoken flares,
souls in wordless chorus.
This uncharted depth treading lightly upon,
A tale unvoiced,
a memory held beneath twin trees.

I try my best to hide it
and act like nothing is amiss
but it gets harder every day
that I must go without a kiss

I feel disconnected
Disconjointed
all alone
When I'm with our friends
and you're not there
My heart's at home

My heart is where your heart is
My home is where you live
My dreams are where your dreams lie
and the hope that each one gives

Like the moon 'round the earth
is what you and I should be
No matter where one travels,
the other can always be seen

As one drifts through space
in the seeming unknown
the other is there always
always, they're never alone

Like two eagles on the wing
is what you and I should be
Building with one another
a relationship unseen

On the outside seeming
strong, independent and free
on the inside certain
of our bond, undoubtedly

Like two leaves on the wind
is what you and I should be
Drifting as one downward
toward death, eventually

Riding the air currents and
tasting the joy of life
Enjoying every moment
of ever-precious life

Like the moon 'round the earth
is what you and I should be
No matter where one travels,
the other can always be seen

As one drifts through space
in the seeming unknown
the other is there always
always, they're never alone

It's a strange thing, to not "be"
To not exist to someone else
I exist to my family, to my friends, to my colleagues,
But not to you

I used to "be" for you, to exist in your world
I used to mean a great deal to you
But now you have erased me from your perception of reality
And I no longer hold a place in your world

But you're still in mine. You still exist to me, you still continue to "be"
You're faint, and grow fainter by the day, but you still exist
You are the flicker of memory when I see a mutual friend
You flit back into reality when I drive past your old house

Since you are so faint, and I don't exist to you,
It always catches me off guard when I have to pretend things are different
When someone talks about the old days and reminds me of us
And I feel I have to play along and carry on as if those days still existed

But they do not; they were snuffed out long ago
I built the coffin for our mutual world, and you hammered in the final nail
I was the author, you were the finisher
What destruction we have caused

And all around us, this is going on:
Mutual worlds bursting into existence or collapsing upon themselves
And we all carry on like it's not a strange thing, to not "be"
To not exist to someone else