Flashy Wings. by The Given Heart

Honestly vulnerable to regret;Embarrassment slapping your whole face.Tasting something you can’t even trustEven if you cooked it like you are in a race.Rushing becomes your heart with a thrustOut and about; memories and visions burstBountifully as fear wrapped around guilt start reigning.Levels of adrenaline reducing and risingAs the bass heartbeat; who thought we would overreactSo…

The Moment of Truth. by The Given Heart

The thought of building,The thought of crushing.These can come at the same interval.Then when are we going to ask for clean air?Telling ourselves that things will be fine,Terribly comes empty.Tales bark lies; mere imagination.The truly important or impotent?Tell yourself which one suits you better.Take some time to feel your soul.