How many goodbyes must there be?
Love always walking away from me
Leaving me standing
My heart shattered
Yearning for a man to speak kindnesses
How many lessons must there be?
This was this week’s submission over at WordCloud Wednesdays. I was unable to come up with anything for the last couple of weeks, but this one seemed to flow easily. I guess you just never know when it’s going to come, or how. A couple of days ago, it felt like drudgery to write, but my bad poetry has seem to come easy the last couple of days.