"LOVE HURT'S"

A poem of love and failed love

If we had known than, what would become of us when we had hurt each other so and never learned to grow. We caused each other so much pain of that all we ever saw was rain. My love for you was so true, but you just took it and threw----- away like weed's in a garden til my soul began to harden. No more rose colored glasses on my face------Instead tear's take's it place. I have moved into a new space-----where I've learned not to chase dream's that can't come true. because the moon is always blue.