SURRENDERING TO WHAT IS NOT LOVE

To see her tears fall gently from her eyes is to understand the deepness deep within her heart and eyes, were hurt and pain lingers like silent drops of rain pouring down from the skies but yet to understand the reason why, you must dive head and mind first into the mere abyss that hides her unseen scars where love use to hold her in place BLINDING HER FROM SEEING THE TRUTH WITH HER OWN EYES.                                                          
                                                                                                                                        But now that love has destroy the very fabric of her true self not even to think only leaving her to wonder through the darkness of unshakable pain that rips through her body, draining of her strength and courage to hold her head up high even during the storms of the pouring rain for to truly understand her wants or her needs, of where shes been and gone you gotta levitate to the place were it all began in the delusion state of her mind and being, were she was told this is real love that she will recieve as it would make her believe that the love is real deep.      
                                                                                                                                  For she was told that this is love but yet there behind night shades were the madness truly started away from preying eyes, that were not given permission to see the truth of the affliction of her true hurt with the pain, but yet the scars are visible to see by the naked eyes as they appear upon the very texture of her body and face even around her eyes and legs and arms in colors of black and blue even sometimes red with uncared scars.