To Touch Your Dark Soul

Our light will not be stopped by the slightest outline of time. Our words will not catch up with our thoughts, even though I cherish them from birth. I fall in love with your crimson-coated eyes, I adore the thorny shadow, born of a precipitous heart. Please let me touch your dark soul, the ashen hand whose softness I still do not know. I want to kiss the tears from your shadowed cheek, I want to see another starless night born in you. A luminous smile doesn't suit us, we look bad when scattered happiness knocks at the window. Dusk is approaching. Our bodies need the warmth that moonlight can give us. I feel the marks of lost kisses on my wrists. Let me look in the purple mirror of your gaze, let me see the pain that fills it. I want to tear off the chains that weigh you down. Let me, for once, see your conscience, which not even mortal penance can quench.

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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