My heart

My heart is a storm in which I live
I feel everything, even things I want to leave
The storm shakes me and takes me places
Places I wish were just aces.


For true love it everyday strives
Yet it only finds slurs from she who jives
Like a bee, it dances around people who are
Yet, none of them see his star.

Give it a few crumbs of love
It will be as hot as a stove
Believing that people do not care
Outside his love just needs to dare.

I just need to feel free
For my life to be
My heart will always be there
For you who care.