What is it you think I see
when I look at you?
Do you think the anger
will scare me away,
and keep me from looking to close?
Is it fear that keeps that inner part of you
so far apart from the love we share?
I don't deserve the rage,
That spits out of you as
Lava from Pele's mouth.
I am confused by the pain
that you so easily bring.
And now I've gotten to close,
Here comes the burns again.
I ride the lava, with my heart
like a board upon the never-ending surf.
Someday though,
You may find
The burning leaves
no heart behind.
