The truth about love is..
Love is blind and it’ll take over your mind..
What you think is love is truly not,
because the truth is that the person you’re in love with,
will never love you or like you,
like you think he will..
Sometimes,
when I look into my mirror I see a girl standing out there,
she’s so depressed,
because of love..
Her arms are full of skulls and scratches from knives..
I wonder why she does it..
But at the end I remember that girl was me..
I don’t want to be in love anymore..
I’ve been disappointed for so many times..
I’ve been hurted for so many times..
I just hate it,
you know?
Sometimes love can be so beautiful but there is always a dark side too..
I thought I was crazy in love with you but now I know that it isn’t true..
Life is hard even when people really care about you..
So is love..
When do you know for sure that if you like someone,
that you love that person?
The thing I’m wondering about if love really does exist..
Or is it just an illusion?
Something that isn’t real..
I guess love is an illusion..
I guess it isn’t real..
Because whe I really love somebody,
there is always something that mess things up..
And at the end of time I’m sitting here all by myself..
Writing this poem about love..
Auteur: Atyana | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 20 november 2005 | ||
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