I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKFor 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.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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We have to remember to do small things every single day and minute for sometimes love is simply not enough to fill our cup.
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A sense of calmness in this chaotic world somehow soothes me.
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This feeling in my chest is telling me to stay to do as I should, to be where I should but my mind is telling me to go away.
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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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Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.
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Yet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
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Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
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We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
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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.
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