My Lips Hurt Not Being Kissed - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
I remain silent though my heart is weeping.
I exist - impassively and automatically.
I’m a machine – indifferent, hardly functioning.
Yet I breathe. It can’t be true. It can’t be possible.
I always shuddered to think of your departure.
Nothing lasts forever – Yes, I should know this.
Who’s to blame? – I try to find an answer.
I was ready for anything except for the dry tears...
I try to find myself in the new reality.
There is no hope to change the course of events.
Sometime my days won’t be so sad and empty,
But now I am in pain. But now my heart laments.
I hide my despair from you and people,
I am full of memories I can’t resist.
Sometime everything will be clear and simple,
But now my lips hurt not being kissed...
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