"Let the love I've lost, be real" is an atmospheric acoustic pop ballad performed by a female singer. The song explores the emotional aftermath of lost love, capturing the lingering pain, longing, and the journey toward healing. Through vivid imagery and heartfelt lyrics, the song paints a picture of memories fading, empty spaces once filled with laughter, and the struggle to move forward after a meaningful relationship ends.
The vocals are intimate and emotive, carrying the listener through waves of sorrow and hope as the protagonist learns to accept the loss and rediscover self-love. The overall style is reflective and melodic, appealing to fans of heartfelt, atmospheric pop.


Let The Love I've Lost, Be Real

Her love is heavenly here on earth, so if he never gets to heaven…he’s already been.❤️

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In midnight’s code the starlight hums, A million pulses thread the sky, Each bit a seed, electric drums, That wake the dark where dreams can fly...

Dawn in the Data Stream

On August 22, we enter a rare and potent portal, the Black Moon, a new moon that appears only once every 33 months. This is a womb of possibility, a time to release the old, reclaim your power, and plant seeds of living light for the path ahead.

In this EnergyWorks Tele-class, we will:
🌸 Honor the Divine Mother’s womb as the sacred space of creation.
🌸 Release patterns where others’ energy has run through us.
🌸 Reclaim sovereignty by allowing only light and truth to flow in our vertical.
🌸 Set grounded intentions for health, work, love, and renewal.

The Black Moon is a time of cosmic clarity, a reset that invites emotional revelations, surprising breakthroughs, and deep transformation. Together, we’ll align with this rare energy and open fully to the blessings it brings.



In the quiet night I rise,
A seed of light before my eyes.
No more shadows running through,
Only love, only truth.

Mother, hold me, seal my ground,
Lift my heart where light is found.
No more burdens that are not mine,
I walk in wholeness, I walk in time.

I am the vessel, I am the flame,
Not a place for fear or pain.
Through my body, living streams,
Carry hope, carry dreams.

So I open, so I stand,
Rooted deep in holy land.
Only light will move in me,
Only love will set me free.

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Eyes Without Mercy

Dreamy and enchanting this one is. There's some magic here.

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“For All My Yesterdays” is more than a song, it’s a spiritual homecoming for lovers of real R&B, a prayer whispered through melody, and a reminder that love remembered is love that never dies.
“This one’s for everyone who ever said goodbye, but still feels the heartbeat of love in their memories.” – D’Rhonic
#ForAllMyYesterdays #DRhonic #SonicDominion #SoulReborn #RnBSoul #GrammySound

FOR ALL MY YESTERDAY

Hard To Love

Haiku Dreams

There’s a room in this house I never asked for,
Walls built from things people swore they knew.
Whispers stacked like bricks in the corners,
Laid down by mouths
That never spoke the truth.
Every story someone told about me
Got plastered in the paint before it dried.
I walk inside and feel the heat of judgment,
Like the walls are breathing
Every lie.

And I hear footsteps I don’t recognize,
Echoing things I never said.
Funny how rumors fill a house
Faster
Than anything I’ve lived instead.

These rooms built from rumors,
They creak with every name they said.
Every whisper shapes a corner,
Every lie gets carved in the bed.
These rooms built from rumors,
Where the walls repeat what isn’t true—
I try to tear the stories down,
But they rebuild
Just like they do.
I’m trapped between the shadows
Of who they swore I’d be—
These rooms built from rumors
Aren’t even rooms
Of me.

I see faces scratched into the drywall,
Drawn from words they passed around too fast.
People love to build you wrong
As long as the version fits
Their past.
I touch the wall and feel it tremble,
Like it wants to break but won’t let go.
Rumors age like water damage—
Ugly stains
That always show.

And I fight the urge to shout at ghosts,
But ghosts don’t care to hear the truth.
They only know what someone told them—
Not the me
I grew into.

These rooms built from rumors,
They creak with every name they said.
Every whisper shapes a corner,
Every lie gets carved in the bed.
These rooms built from rumors,
Where the walls repeat what isn’t true—
I try to tear the stories down,
But they rebuild
Just like they do.
I’m trapped between the shadows
Of who they swore I’d be—
These rooms built from rumors
Aren’t even rooms
Of me.

People build whole stories
Without a single brick of fact.
And I’ve been living with their versions
Stacked on top
Of how I act.
And every time I breathe too loud,
The house repeats their claims—
Proof that words can build a prison
Out of nothing
But my name.

These rooms built from rumors,
Holding voices I can’t erase.
Every false piece laid about me
Still lives inside
This place.
These rooms built from rumors,
Shaking with the lies they keep—
And no matter how I fight them,
They settle
Into deep.
I’m stuck inside the blueprint
Of who they made me be—
These rooms built from rumors…
Won’t let me
Leave.

I try the door—
It sticks,
Just like the story did.
And the rumors whisper on,
Even when
I don’t
Respond.

Eyes Without Mercy

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