Not a bed of roses

Not a bed of roses.
Guess honeymoon does come to an end.
But to think of the many good times we shared.
The laughs we had.
The jokes we told.

Now,I stand out in the cold.
Looking at the crevice..the large crack unfold.
Hoping it will be put on hold.
Wondering if I can unscroll  back to..
That brighter day..and..

Mend it
Repair it

I'm fighting back tears...I never loved love.
It always hurt bad.
I'm still wondering why am still waiting for you..out here in the cold.

I thought love was warm.
But then again,its not a bed of roses.
Never been.