Heart

Walking by L.A. streets, listening to cars passing, looking to the blue sky.
Where the wind echoes gently and quite.
I start to feel my distorted heart.
Heart that is not sure what is going on,
Wondering put smiles out, but avoiding the risk of it.
What my heart wants is not what it has:
Safety, be able to not feel fear.
Come out with all sweetness that exists inside.
Like an ice cream falling in parts, letting go with the power of the wind.
I wish I could let my heart go with my feelings.