At that moment I was at peace in the center
I was the eye of the storm
Intrigued by your beacon of light
The voyage to the lighthouse was treacherous
Deep in the sea of chaos that haloed me
Ambushed by all of your strife
Only to discover that you weren’t my haven
The calm after the storm made me see
You were the downpour from the beginning
I started to understand why storms were named after people.
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