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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Why Does It Hurt?
In shadows she dwells, a girl forlorn, Her heart shattered, tattered and torn. She wonders why he inflicts such pain, Leaving her heartache to forever remain. Like riddles unsolved, his actions unclear, She yearns for solace, a love sincere. Why does he hurt her, time and again? A question that echoes, deep within. She dances in darkness, lost and confused, His words a weapon, her heart abused. She longs for answers, a glimpse of truth, Yearning for love's healing, a resolute. But in her despair, she'll find her way, Strength will emerge from this disarray. She'll gather her pieces, rise from the fall, A phoenix reborn, she'll conquer it all. For broken hearts mend, though scars may remain, Her spirit unyielding, she'll find joy again. In time, she'll fathom, it wasn't her worth, But his own demons that caused this dearth. So let her heal, let her soul mend, For she'll rise above, love's wounds transcend. No longer a victim, she'll learn to forgive, And find a love that helps her truly live.
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