Give her some sympathy.

You truly were a match made in hell.

A moment with a love; alive, mending, melting… ending.

You have condemned yourself to lack love.

You are my soulmate.

I found love at last.

In my creative writing class, we learned a technique: taking a poem-since it seems to be the easiest to work with-and mix it up, changing the way the poem is percieved.

If the person makes good use of their thoughts to change their environment and the world.

A poem about mixed feelings, revenge, and confusion.

What comes with a war?