Like Lava
I could see it in your blue eyes, nothing much but hate
No love,just spite hidden behind those things you call eyes.
Your words spit out as lava, filled with deadly venom.
I knew you once, and this thing you called love
But now your words spew with violence, dissipates as ash in the air
Now my own eyes spurt out an ugly reflectinon
Of you of the volcano you project.
I know you no more,
of the anger spillling out
trying to catch my very feet.
This poem is about:
Our world