We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKWould 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.
More Zuzanna Szostak Quotes
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When the grass turns brown nobody seems to care. It’s just temporary, they say yet I can feel it will stay and stay.
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Oh, how I wish you were here bathing in the silky sheets of my dreams, your lips on mine a flame and wine smoke in the air clouds filled with thoughts oh, how I long for your skin and touch.
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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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The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
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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.
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Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
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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.
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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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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.
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I can truly see myself in that light, the green iris of my eye like a jungle, full of life. And when snow covers the green, and my skin looses its color I crave that wilderness in my eye.
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I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
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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 cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
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Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.
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From time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
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