I can recall the days before there was a storm,
Before we were caught in its mist during the final form—
Time was lost within the ebony clouds.
The light forgotten in the blackened shrouds.
Dead walked amongst us as we were alive,
Their whispers pleading for them to revive—
All was joyous and loving as we fought the rain,
Laughing with the rhythm of the thunder, ignoring our pain.
Our love was powerful as we were together,
Promising each other there would never be another.
But here we are, the storm still raging on,
And I cry in the arms of a different man, awaiting dawn.
Don't you see that the storm was too strong for you and me?
Promises were broken because we couldn't agree
That this spiraling storm would come to an end
And when moments passed, nothing unchanged, I couldn't pretend
That all was fine in the world we planned to share
Until we were split by a massive tear.
So, here I lay in the arms of another man
Sometimes remembering if I really can
Fall in love with an old, sickened stranger,
Feeling pressured to bypass the danger,
Accepting all for what is
And finally respond to our last kiss—
I can recall the days before there was a storm,
Before we were caught in its mist during the final form,
Where we once had each other
Until I began to see a different color;
For me the storm has widened,
But for you it only darkened.
