Sometimes what seemed to be love was simply just lust.
What blinds us to see the truth?
What makes us able to chose?
Is it reality, pain or maybe a sweet love?
Sometimes what seemed to be the truth was simply a blind faith.
What blinds us to see the truth?
What makes us able to chose?
Is it facts, hopes, or maybe denial?
Sometimes what seemed to be dream comes true was simply a reality of life itself,
We were too blind to see happiness because we did not look at the center of life itself.
We were too scared to step in reality because dream world seems promising,
We were too prideful to chose love over stupidity of a temporary feeling.
What or who comes between you and your happiness must be love and only love,
If its other than love, then let it go!
If its other than love, then it does not worth losing yourself!
If its other than love, then it is pure evil!
Chose love,
Chose life,
Chose wisdom!
xoxo,
Lindsay
