Burning Flames

Some fairy dust right about now would really do me good
I’m getting kind of frightened by the ring that shows my mood
It seems like only yesterday was when we first said ‘hi’
But now my glass is full of happiness and sweet goodbyes

Already you know me better than my other friends
It may be wrong to say so, but for you I’ll make amends
I would catch the stars for you; I’d jump and break my back
I’d pull the moon down if you want – or anything you lack.

Now it seems you want something else other than my mind
I laughed and cried and found the feelings I didn’t want to find
My heart fluttered when I heard as I stared at the ceiling
I crossed my eyes and tried to swallow this unwanted feeling

You can feel this way for me, though we’ve hardly met?
I guess our meaningful conversations left me in your debt
You don’t’ deem me too shallow, fickle or morbid to be seen
It’s obvious I’m nothing. I deem myself unclean.

The dots between the fateful words did not soften the blow
I’m torn between two burning flames, but that you’ll never know
I’ve still got last night’s make up on, I can’t wash it away
Even tears don’t work anymore – but that I’ll never say

My old flame has been burning longer; he fades from red to blue
I used to think of him as I now think of you
The blue fire’s fading but still burns strong, we’re not finished though
Do I want to blow it out? I honestly do not know

In conclusion, I’m confused – my pathway’s overgrown
I need a hand to hold and gently guide me though the unknown
My left hand grips the candle that I could blow out right now
My right hand merely reaches out for you to take somehow…