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The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

Zuzanna Szostak

I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Cry Myself Self Love
A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?
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Act Conscience Deep Delicious Feeling Oneself Tongue
Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Growth Hate Sea Struggle
I cried today and I cried yesterday, Salty tears rushing down. My face fastened breaths, palms in sweat and the unbearable guilt of my being.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Breathe Cry Face Fast Guilty Myself Tears
And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Herself Love Worth
For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Day Important Light Love
Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
And I try, I so try to fit everywhere, with everyone to be neutral, to be good and with all that, I lose myself. I lose the truest layer of all.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Goodness Lose Myself True Try
How is it possible that with one stare I’m in flames and no fire extinguisher shall help me? and so here I stand a tree burning from inside out of love from you.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Burn Fire Flame Help Love Possible Stand Tree Yourself
We have to remember to do small things every single day and minute for sometimes love is simply not enough to fill our cup.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Enough Love Remember Simplicity Small
Finding inner peace is a lost art for with every breath and sigh new stimuli comes and leaves us in a pool of racing thoughts and worries.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Art Breathe Leaving Lost Peace Race Thinking Worry
Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Alive Breathe Feeling Way Yourself
I gave all of my vulnerability away for you, to you exposed the dirt of my soul not understood. Kept on, waiting for hope, in despair.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Hope Myself Soul Understand Vulnerable Wait
Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Carry Flame Hurt Mistake Myself Skin
No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Breathe Crave Dreams Mindset Peace Sleep Stars Yourself
Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Bliss Comfort Hate Hope Mirror Myself Sorrow Yourself

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

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