The candle's flame is the warmth of a bright and sunny day.
It spreads across the room,
Making shadows dance away.
Now it tells you that it loves you,
And that it won't go far.
Forever in your heart shall it stay,
And thats not very far.
The flame doesn't see that you're crying out in pain,
So like the others, it simply walks away.
Never did it see that you cried yourself to sleep,
Or that when you smiled, it was simply just too weak.
The flame had its brights, don't get me wrong,
But it's the negatives I tend to dwell on.
Like the way it guilt tripped me into feeling bad,
When it was the one, who in the first place,
Made me feel sad.
It bottled everything up inside,
And never let me in,
Which made it that much harder to be its friend.
But even after all he's put me through,
Never could I bring myself to hate him.
He could kill me,
And with my last dying breath,
I would forgive him,
Telling him I loved him.
Could it be the way he cupped my face
And told me everything would be okay?
Or the way he held me close,
Putting off the feeling of never wanting to let go.
Maybe it was the way he tucked stray hairs
Behind my ear and told me that he loved me.
Or the way he looked deep into my eyes,
Then ever so softly and sweetly kissed me.
The way he loved me, touched me, kissed me.
Could those be the reasons as to why I would tell my
Killer
That I forgave him and loved him.
As I lie in my bed,
Now cold with no candle flame,
I regret making that final decision.
The one that sent him away,
So
Far
Away.
Now he's gone,
But will soon be back,
To the one that loved him like 'that'.
Not because he's not happy, or misses me so.
No.
But because our love is a candle's flame that makes all shadows dance
Away.
