Looking your way

Is like night and day

For I know that your glance won't return.

Do I kid with myself?

Are you out of your shell?

Or will feelings continue to burn?

The flame lit anew,

I thought it'd be through

Sparking and shooting it's fire.

Candles well spent,

Somehow dreadfully bent, 

Turned a virtuous man to a liar.

Though it isn't too fair

To assign you a glare,

For there is no blame to be held.

Life simply Unfolded,

Manipulated, and Molded

Jars of emtions misspelled.