I wasn’t sure
what you wanted
for real.
I didn’t want
to do it once again
not to miss you.
Everything
you promised me.
Nothing
you gave me.
© W. Donovan
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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touching. . .
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Sounds like a poem written to a divine masculine who is running away from his divine feminine. Beautifully written and I can feel the pain and frustration of it. ❤️
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