Eye of the Storm

Loud like the explosion

That leaves shockwaves

Felt far and wide

Bright like the fireworks

On the Fourth of July

Two worlds collide

And it's only the

Start of the war

And we're both

Caught in the middle

Of the storm

Wondering who

Will survive it all

Wondering who

Will be the first

To stand tall

Passion moves

Like the past,

Present, and tense

Of lovers

Who once

Took the fall

Before the puzzle

Completed

Before the pieces

Fell into place

And made sense

One from the past

The other from

The present

Both dying

To seek

Both dying

To dream

Of solving

The conflict

A treaty

Of decisions

That must

Be made

Before both

Can keep

A level head

Or risk falling

Under

And watching

The light

Fade thin

It's only up

To them

To choose

How today

Will end

Back and forth,

The explosions

Dance in the sky

Reaching the eye

Of the storm

One more time

And in the midst

Of it all

It isn't a race

It isn't the start

Of a cold war

It's the start

Of a new life

A new chapter

Of a love once

Forgotten

Fighting for

The hope

Of a new start

Of a life

Together

The kind

They always

Wanted

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