Hope To Be Loved. by The Given Heart.

Arrival was not even in your mind,Even though you did.Your first melody made things to bind,Above all your mother found it splendid.Relieved from the pain;She became a smiling fountain.Satisfied by the power she had lostWhen she was about to give up on you.Terrified she was by the sudden loveShe sensed overflowing for you.Make everyday worth…

Are You To Avenge? By The Given Heart

Sincerely requested to changeOur inner skins that never felt defloweredOver and over hanging out with they that infringeNest after nest as a jest — so wicked. Enough is nonexistent amongst these descendentsThat we love when they fail to improve.The King remains on the throneThe King does not think of Himself alone. Willingness in us is…

Out Of The Blue. by The Given Heart

Without a single clue; As one declares oneself as a fool, Right there in the middle of a town Nearly unfair to one’s flammable mind. Imitating the afar and nearby street; Not hearty to one’s foe — so unkind. Golden is wearing the wary crown.

Do Brighter Days Exist? by The Given Heart.

Cold tears flood my eyes,When I imagine the sour words she told herself.Crowdy noises gather in the ears;Replaying the rotten words people say,With tormenting voices that crush life.She decided to zip it inside;The disheartening memory that troddedHer jewel — in a stampede of seconds.The moaning of the monster echoesIn her mind; they bring nothing kind.Everyday…

The Rotation Within #2, by The Given Heart.

I asked Myself about the meaningOf being alive without leaning;Me thought it was simply breathingMyself wasn’t convinced.I then emphasizedThat living wasn’t defined only by breathing in and outYet how one takes hold of the most importantWithout being hesitant.Still Me thought;It takes sacrifices to be truly inside life.

Seven Moments. by The Given Heart.

The smell of true comfortIs just an imagination amongst usThe children of self imprisonment.The meaning of life;Is only a crazy theory that was paintedWithout a direction of action.We hide behind our devices of deception,Torn are our man-made hopesEveryday like nothing but a series of pain.We can agree with ourselves to drainAll the self blame.Time is…

Just Breathe. by The Given Heart

When the pressure comesLike a stampede of refusing what your nose is nodding to,When life seems so heavyAs you try to exist among the living crewWhen you start feeling sleepyWhen you are not supposed to. Remember the momentsThat made today.Smile and appreciateRotating the pure airIn and out; slowly. Appreciating starts when you inhale,Conquering begins when…

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.