thrown away dream
Queen of the Broken
Once full of joy just like a dove Once full of passion, betrayed by love The Queen hides in the shadows now No light can touch her from above As she no longer can believe In what used to be her vivid dream These days the woman has no heart And if you ask…
About change
I learned the hard way
My own theory of love
When was the last time you cried because of love?
About love by my alter ego
You learned to live with the damage
The come back
She died.
Yes
It makes no sense
Loss of motivation for the artist’ soul
Does it reflect what you see in the mirror?
My relapsing tentative
I delete you
The evolution of my art as is…
Let’s continue the dream
