By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student
And the Earth begins to spin below you
And the tempest spirals through your brain
And your sight is tinged by a red hue
And your heart skips beats in pain
There are no correct answers when dealing with love
No perfect resolutions in matters of the heart
No predetermined futures or signs from above
Only tragedy and heartbreak when life imitates art
When two souls clash, they do it recklessly
Oblivious to future regrets and bad endings
Blinded by potentials of loving endlessly
Not counting the chances of tears descending
Yet all that rises will eventually fall
One soul finds their love not so endless and true
One heart is broken after giving the other it’s all
And the earth begins to spin below you
Pens of the Pandemic 