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


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