Gone For Good Comments

We live a life full of trials and tribulations. And of our regrets one the most deeply wounding is the loss of love. To rise above it, we must not think of the could, should, would of. But instead look to the future to fill that void created by the past. Even as it seems the pain now seems unrelenting. One cool summer night it will subside. As we find a new romance, or new friend. Love is repeating trend that doesn't seem to have an end. ~This is to all your new poems because they seem to be all about the same thing for the most part. I'm not saying it is a bad thing. But you should write more. Poetry is limited to its creation. A course that sometimes takes a deviation.