If
your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your
hands? ~Khalil Gibran
She watched him
real close
still lost him you
see
pushed him far
away
thinking what
business had he
spending his time
on anything but me
this was the main
thought
of her jealousy
Well he'd done it
again
watched a game
with his friends
why would he do
that
it drove her to no
end
he ought to be
home
there's no reason
to go out
a tantrum should
cure this
followed then by a
pout
She was like a
volcano
he could stand it
no more
it was time that
he left
she had a fiery
core
her heart wasn't
soft
their love
couldn't grow
still he loved her
like hell
but she just
didn't know
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