Lonely, lonely and confused.

Because the heart insists want something that the reason don't to?

Because we can not choose who fall in love?

Here I quote one of my poetry:

Parts of the life

Where they were acting

The romantic scenes

They were so real,

At least part of it, knew it was.

When hugged it he kissed and it,

And said "I love you",

It arrived to think that could be true

And people were emotion

They beat palms

But the curtains are closed and he was once again be like before,

As if nothing had happened

And she, in hard reality,

Went to live another life.

Sheila Wayszceyk