Things are not always what they seem, love is <br />a thing of the mind and heart. <br />With love we look and see what our mind tells <br />our eyes, so wonderful a sight, and then our <br />heart tells us this person means something to us, <br />if not everything. <br />We dont know what, just that we must have what <br />our mind and heart need to feel whole with this <br />one. <br />We can't exsist without this one. <br />We have to be with them all the time at first.. <br />we think we will die without them and if they <br />leave us our hearts feel broken and the tears <br />won't stop coming from our eyes, the very <br />thing that looked at this person and worshipped <br />their exsistance. <br />We feel betrayed and then anger, if they cant <br />love us as we did them, then how does love <br />exsist? Where does love exsist? Is there love? <br />Things are not what they seem. <br />We are hurt and cold and sometimes we shut <br />our heart and eyes down so we won't feel or <br />see love again. <br />We just exsist thinking life is just here and we <br />go on. <br />We see people for quite times and just for fun, <br />but we stop caring, dont want to fall in that <br />trap again, we dont believe anyone that says <br />they love us. <br />Because as we have told ourselves over and <br />over again.. <br />Things are not what they seem.<br /><br />teri bronte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-are-not-what-they-seem/
