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 SZOSTAKWe have to remember to do small things every single day and minute for sometimes love is simply not enough to fill our cup.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKOh, 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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKWhen the grass turns brown nobody seems to care. It’s just temporary, they say yet I can feel it will stay and stay.
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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKA sense of calmness in this chaotic world somehow soothes me.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKSometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKBlissful 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 SZOSTAKYet now as we grow older why must we be frightened of being tranquil?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI 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.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKA 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?
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKFrom time to time, I would like to cut off all the strings and lines that conclude that ridiculous puppet show they call life.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK