A storm is coming,
Its coming in the form of a man,
He comes to disrupt,
Whatever peace I have left.
But I will fight this man,
Only because,
This peace I have,
I worked to attain.
But this storm of a man,
Comes in beauty,
He comes with delightful looks,
And he plans to rip away the peace in my heart.
This man,
This strong man,
When he smiles at me,
I melt away in his arms.
But the storm is strong,
And it covers me,
And I am lost again,
The peace I have slowly disappears.
But I scream NO!
I will not lose the peace,
A peace which I have come to love,
Which I have become accustomed to.
This man shakes my love,
This storm shakes my beliefs,
This man has his arm around me,
And I am at peace again.
But what do I tell the peace I already have?
Do I leave it?
This storm in the form of a man,
Has caused me to question my peace.
The sophisticated and beautiful storm.
I am at a crossroads.
On my left is the storm that will take me into new realms,
And in that storm, an unknown man stands,
His hands outreached to receive me,
Behind him is the unknown.
On my right is peace and love,
Amongst all that peace and love is warmth,
A man stands there as well, but a man with a familiar face,
He smiles and ushers me come to him.
So I stand at the crossroad,
Thinking,
Pondering,
Wondering,
Screaming.
The pain is terrible,
The feeling is disgraceful.
But I know I have to choose.
But what will I choose?
So I choose the road ahead of me,
Neither left nor right,
I stumble onto a new road,
And I look on at it,
And I am happy with what I have chosen,
I will create peace and love there,
Wherever this road leads me,
I will begin a storm for myself.
And the two men are no more.