Reverting to old behaviors.
I showed you my soul, you showed me yours.
Revealing my truths was not a simple task,
And what I'm afraid of is that it won't last.
Nothing is simple these days
And I can't quite get a grip to come out of this haze.
Before now it was just a phase.
I was just in a daze.
The rain is starting to fall now
The clouds grow dark
You definitely had made your mark;

For now when the dark clouds grow,
I should think you know my sentiments

as the Lightning flashes in my eyes

The thunder rolls in

And the tears become similar to those droplets falling from the skies.

My soul breaths in deep for the first time as I again become one

With the storm

It's what I am

A mess, no longer in the eye of the storm.

Fall storms it's what I'll become accustomed to.

It's something totally new.

As you and I find once again the distance in the sky.

I can't help wonder why.

The storm continues to roll on-

Will I ever once again be in the eye?