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Nov 2017
Strike a match and I will burn
Becoming the fires that rage in Hell
With the molten ocean waves that churn.

My love is passion and I yearn
I must break free of this prison, this cell
Strike a match and I will burn.

Watch my heart as it begins to turn
I screamed and gasped as I fell
With the molten ocean waves that churn.

Maybe I will never learn
But what I've seen I will never tell
Strike a match and I will burn.

My heart claims it will not spurn
And that my feelings for you will not quell
With the molten ocean waves that churn.

These feelings I have worked to earn
I have finally cast my final spell.
Strike a match and I will burn,
With the molten ocean waves that churn.
A villanelle I composed for my Intro to Creative Writing class. It was very hard to write, and it took me a bit to complete it and be satisfied. To learn more about villanelles, click here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/villanelle-poetic-form
wendee mcmoon
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wendee mcmoon  25/Non-binary/NJ
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