My Forlorn Face

My thoughts are frozen today. The day before yesterday's words suffer from a deficit of light. I cannot understand where the hatred in the hearts of the godly comes from. I cover myself with your cosy hands, I cherish the spring within me, the first of the year. I don't want to open my heart because I'm afraid that fear will overwhelm my insomnia. Bring your lips close to me, taste the flesh I serve you on a blue tray. Since I stopped dreaming, all my wishes have come true. Do not tease my melancholy, try to understand the meaning of my cry. And when I wake again at the entrance of your sun, deafening mists will cover my forlorn face. Do not lie to the emptiness, silence fills our words today. Look into the timeless sky above our hearts. Welcome warmly tomorrow's myth, touch tenderly the moist skin of my soul. Since loneliness dwells in our desires, dawn will return at the same time.

KatarzynaKoziorowska

My name is Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, I am thirty-three years old and I live in Poland (Olsztyn). I am mainly interested in music and poetry. Rock sounds are my source of inspiration. I have published several books, but they are written in Polish,...

More about me