She’s like a volcano
Perfect as a cone
Hot as lava
Hard headed as its stone
She’s like a volcano
Surrounded by a crowd
Known everywhere
And all around
She’s like a volcano
Short tempered and hot headed
Yet she keeps her cool
But bursts out in the end
YOU ARE READING
bottled up thoughts
Poesiathoughts into words, words into scribbles. copyright © 2014 quixotical [poetry #439/ random #902]
