The Same Path

We follow the same path that leads us to the edge of the void. Our deserted hearts return after a long hiatus in life. Ever since I forgot how to obediently live, I feel the crimson mark of your touch on my thin skin. I would not like to rent loneliness again, sadness ends in a black, painful mark. Let us not expect the return of passion, the healing of snow-white tears. Let's give back to the world the faded shadows, let's get rid of tomorrow, which has become very intrusive lately. We should not sin while time still runs against the tide. Purple passion flows along my veins, a haunted eternity still searching for words to name its thoughts. Let us make ourselves comfortable amidst the unintentional kisses, treat tenderly those whom fate has spared to continue. And once the morning fills us, let us surrender to God the immortal sin. Today's sky weeps with scarlet stars. It is impossible today to find a lie that would fit perfectly in our lips. Do not dismiss my tears, do not deny the chaos that blossoms in the midst of tired desires.

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,...

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