I left the wrong house
I turned to the wrong street
I took the wrong path
I went to the wrong library
And on a page of the wrong book
I wrote the right words.
They wanted to change my life
I ignored it
Now I don’t know where to go.
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
I left the wrong house
I turned to the wrong street
I took the wrong path
I went to the wrong library
And on a page of the wrong book
I wrote the right words.
They wanted to change my life
I ignored it
Now I don’t know where to go.
© W. Donovan

Everyone is looking at me
there’s no turning back
prayers won’t help
because everyone knows
the sky is empty
nobody took the mask off
I feel I’m losing my breath.

Who do you think you are?
don’t even reach your dreams.
You only collect old memories,
and run away from what you love.
So, please, step back
I don’t want to
belong to your collection.
© W. Donovan

I’ll go where my feet take me
Don’t you try to stop me
I’ll be back, don’t you worry
If I don’t make a mistake,
I won’t find my wind
Sky is the limit.
Did you know that?
Please, talk to me.
Because I don’t know
if I deserve it.
© W. Donovan
My life is already over,
before it started for good.
Ended only on dreams.
It was injustice.
Buried my beautiful castle
and put a cross on it.
© W. Donovan
I stand in the middle of the dance floor.
You left me there. Alone.
In the Bride’s dress
I cannot move.
I’m here alone,
though I stand in a crowd of dancing couples.
© W. Donovan
Darkness it’s only darkness – you say. But what if you would never see the light again? Life in constant darkness makes you blind and you blindly stumble over gravestones.
© W. Donovan
The world in a haze
like in smoke from a cigarette.
The only sens was there
where my fingers
stroked his face.
© W. Donovan