I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKI don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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 SZOSTAKI feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKWe laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKA sense of calmness in this chaotic world somehow soothes me.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKAnd 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 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 SZOSTAKThe beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKHow 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 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 SZOSTAKCarrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKNo 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 SZOSTAKEven on the darkest days the sun still rises.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAKSometimes you don’t miss the place, the time but the state of mind.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK