UNTITLED( let my readers name it)

Time is taking too much of its' sweet self to heal these wounds in which it and its' partner in crime love created. The sad sorrow of yesterdays sweet memories and tomorrows bitter agony weigh heavy across the scars of this heart. Thoughts of what love could've been, what love should've been, what love would've been, what loves purpose was in the beginning and what love has turned out to be because of the mess we made with it.