Things Are Not What They Seem Poem by teri bronte

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