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My Lips Hurt Not Being Kissed


Jolanta Gradowicz

I remain silent though my heart is weeping.
I exist - impassively and automatically.
Iím a machine Ė indifferent, hardly functioning.
Yet I breathe. It canít be true. It canít be possible.

I always shuddered to think of your departure.
Nothing lasts forever Ė Yes, I should know this.
Whoís to blame? Ė 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 wonít 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 canít resist.
Sometime everything will be clear and simple,
But now my lips hurt not being kissed...

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