She hold the joy
in her right hand,
she threw the sorrow
out of her left hand
she wears the
crown of triumph
yes, she is a queen
of her own palace.
Lying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been... More
She hold the joy
in her right hand,
she threw the sorrow
out of her left hand
she wears the
crown of triumph
yes, she is a queen
of her own palace.
Poetry