Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland in 1991, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, when she described her feelings in verses. She didn't plan to publish her writing until March 2018. Then she started to blog on Tumblr, where she published everything what she wrote in the past. Weronika has always dreamed of writing a book. Thanks to a few friendly people and several books, the idea of publishing a series of poetry volumes arose. This is the first step in her career as an author.
I had a wonderful morning today. I woke up early before the sunrise and I stepped outside into the cold air. Took myself for a little trip, far away from the crowd yet so close.
I waited there for the sun to wake up, greeted it with all the joy I could make from myself. The chill touched my cheeks. I was patient though, wanted to see it, feel the warmth I craved.
Then I went to town, still silent, coming to life, and I purchased a cup of tea to warm myself up. Sitting there, enjoying the morning and drinking tea I started to write.
OK. Now I’d like to explain something.
The book I wrote – ‘Ghosts’ – is a first of four volumes I plan to write and self-publish. So, I’d like to inform you that I’m currently collecting poems for a second volume that will be published some time soon. Wish me luck!
And of course, I want to THANK YOU ALL for purchasing my book! Please, leave a review if you like it. That would help me a lot.
Voices in my head I can hear them all the time whisper that I’m a bad man. Down on my knees I’m begging for mercy. Is that what you wanted? You don’t understand anything. I did it because I wanted to I wanted to be worthy of you. But you still don’t understand. I told you many times that I loved you. You thought it was a joke You thought it was a fad You thought it was a lie Do you believe me now? Will you let me love you be close to you even if you don’t want it. Please tell me that you’ve forgiven me that you need me that I deserve it.
I regret I wasn’t listening to you more carefully Before I ignored you talked to you but didn’t listen. I’m sorry. I can imagine how you might’ve felt. I know I was blind hadn’t seen the signs. I know I was deaf I hadn’t heard your voice. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I wish I listened. Now I can’t speak to anyone without seeing your face without hearing your voice without imagining our conversations. God, I miss it so much our talks. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. I didn’t understand it Probably that’s why you left. Now I try to remember every detail from our talks. Now I want to ask you questions I didn’t ask when I had a chance. God, I wish I was listening. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were my soulmate.