Scented Candles
 

The wick is struck, and the flame begins to flicker
As the time grows closer, my heart beats quicker
The scent of love begins to consume the room
Tonight I will ask her for our flower to bloom
I have contemplated and debated asking the question
Now I sit, with the engagement ring in my possession
The romantic dinner stage is set, with the magic ready to begin
She hasn’t arrived, and I’ve already got goose bumps on my skin
The doorbell rings and my hands start to quiver
Sweat is flowing from my skin faster then a river
I look at her, with a smile that quickly disappears
She stares at the ground, her eyes filled with tears
I ask her what’s wrong and to look me in the eye
She continues to cry, and confesses there’s another guy
She can no longer go on, and brings an end
To our relationship, and I still can’t comprehend
Three years with her has come to a fatal finish
She turns away, and my soul starts to diminish
I stare out the door for an hour with the same blank expression
Realize she’s not coming back, but still hold the ring in possession

I sit at the table where the flame still flickers and preys
On the candles wax and staring at it sets my heart ablaze
The flame has burnt out for me, and soon will for this flame
I see that my relationship with her and this candle are the same
Our wax was melted to the end, and the flame’s flicker died
The scent of love fills the air, but it floats next to my side
Not touching me, as I sit in the darkness and the flame consumes
The last bit of wax and the flicker dies down, darkening the rooms