SOMETIMES I THING...

Sometimes I think
Why is life so insightful?
If sometimes I think, other times being
What I am, I know I am lost.
That I am lost in a love without hope,
Lost with no reason in this world without force,
And wanting, I am nothing,
Knowing I am only dust,
An angel with no love.
With no love I think
I cannot live,
Who knows maybe is better to suffer by love
That never fell love at all.
Sometimes I think
Why do I love you?
I can never tell…
But the only thing I know
Is that I only see you in my dreams.