Wounded heart

When the sun sets across the horizon the colors are undiscribable. Watching it with you was what made the butterflies flutter in my belly and give me feelings of love and joy when i sat there on cold nights watching the aray of colors slowly disapear from the dimly light sky.But now the setting sun is just another reminder of the whole in my heart, the place where your love once was. The affection and love grew and bloomed into something wonderful until your destroyed it with your poor judgements and empty words. The sunset used to be something beautiful until you came along.