A rollercoaster.

My heart is like a rollercoaster
I can hate, love, admire, dissapoint,
In a matter of seconds, minutes,
Or just with some worlds, a smile.

You can treat me like your princess,
But suddenly I am your maid, you puppet,
Sometimes I feel I am nothing for you,
And then you come up with your poems,

Your sweet smile, your lovely voice.
Whet should I do? hope I am the only one?
Expect the best, assuming the worse?
Do you really love me?

You make me feel up and down,
Happy and deppressed,
In a kind of HATE-LOVE with you,
With your friends, with me.

Deeply, in your heart,
AM I THE ONLY ONE?
Am I the only one that recieve your poems?
Am I the owner of your heart?