Moonlight promises E-Book

Maria Hegeholz

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 44

Beschreibung

The book "moonlight promises" deals with the themes of love, desire, loss and finding oneself. The book is divided into five chapters according to the phases of the moon. Because like the moon, we also go through phases. Phases in which we are not complete and have to find ourselves and phases in which everything feels so easy. Each phase focuses on a different feeling. Take your time and feel.

Leseprobe

Moon phases

Chapter I: Waning MoonChapter II: New MoonChapter III: Waxing MoonChapter IV: Full MoonChapter V: Blood Moon

In the silence of the night, I allow myself to feel.

Written in the moonlight, I reveal my thoughts to you.

Take your time and let yourself feel.

Chapter I: Waning Moon

time to free yourself from old things, to detoxify & let go

Things my heart screams but my mouth won’t say:

Please stay.

I love you.

I miss you.

My chest tightens,

my heart doesn’t want to beat anymore.

It is the constricting feeling of losing you.

You, who carries my whole heart with you.

You, who is about to shatter it into a thousand pieces.

I hold on, I fight, I won’t let go until the end.

Don’t tell her she’s the only one.

Don’t tell here she’s the one you want to marry.

Tell her she’s the one you want to rule the world with.

The one you would die for.

There he stood before me,

his wings broken.

But he has found new ones,

deep red and dripping with blood.

Desire is written in his eyes.

And I looked at him,

the one who once broke my heart.

He was so goddamn happy,

he shone and made the world

around him light up.

There was no trace of resentment any more.

It warmed my heart to see this person so

happy and pure.

Sometimes the moon is all I have.

You left and the cold wind of autumn made me shiver, my heart froze and my eyes saw nothing but darkness.

All she wanted was freedom, not realizing she was keeping herself hostage.

It eats me up,

tugs at my soul,

every time I look around

it follows me home.

Fear.

Longing.

And the feeling

of deep pain.

Your voice slowly fades and I dread the day when

I can no longer remember its sound.

I feel everything so deeply, as if I were reserving

my heart on a silver platter for the one I love.

“Baby”

“Honey”

“Sweetheart”

“Little one”

“Mine”

Words that make my heart race when

they come out of the right person‘s mouth.

His words made me blush and so did his touch.

And it broke again.

She swore to herself it would not happen again,

but it did. At that moment she realised that she lives for

herself. From that day on, she didn‘t give a shit about the

opinions of others.

She’s careful with everything.

And sometimes everything breaks down around her.

At some point she looked straight ahead, with a strength

no one could break. She picked up her pieces and built

herself up even stronger. She would never give up and

continue her journey.

Believe me, you should leave when she looks into the fire and smiles. Even the devil couldn‘t resist her.

My heart has always been wild.

Attracted to the wrong people, too willing to take risks.

When it was tired of all the suffering, it asked for help.

So I locked it up deep inside.

Her shattered heart created a mesmerizing picture where even terrible pain contains a little light of hope, the last shard that never gave up.

It is autumn. I hear the rustling of the

wind sweeping through the bare trees.

A few raindrops fall from the sky,

but the world around us is silent.

I feel your heart, hear your slow

breath and feel my heart grow warm.

You have wrapped me in your jacket

and the world stands still.

My heart wants to be loved, but my soul is so wild that it can only be itself in freedom.

We were afraid of losing the love we never found.

I hate this city.

I hate the selfish people in it.

But what I hate most of all is

not being able to lie in your arms right now.

Some nights I ask myself:

Do you remember how I smell,

how my voice sounds,

how I feel or have you already forgotten me?

I don’t want you back, but I don’t want you to love someone else.

The wind carried you away.

Like a cloud that vanishes in a single gust of wind.

I move between loneliness and melancholy,

between frozen tears and euphoria.

How many women have you told that they were

the woman of your dreams?

A wolf and a lion met.

The wolf was a loner,

the lion surrounded by others.

Two different worlds collided.

They loved each other as much

as they hated each other.

Some things are not meant to be.

The bad thing is, after you left,

I could understand why you filled

your loneliness with other souls.

He was gone.

His shadow no longer followed her.

My makeup lasted longer than the love they had to offer.

He smelled like a breath of cold fresh air.

Arms that you like to fall into.

And a voice you could listen to for hours.

My breath slows, my pulse quickens as I feel his

hand on my neck and his teeth in my waist.

Wherever I go, I am drawn to nature.

As if my heart knows that this is the place

where my soul can calm down from the noise of the city.

I love our car rides.

When he takes my hand it gets warm in my chest.

I asked him why he was still there for me.

Tears flowed.