I burnt my candle at both ends using a blow torch.
The light excited me, I grinned as it blazed.
The melting wax landed on my shoes, I danced, happy heels caring not what tomorrow brings.
The stem of wax got shorter and shorter,
I kept thinking something else was going to happen in the end.
'I must be right...I need it to be right....right?'
The burning wick smoked away into the darkness.
I didn't see how the white candle melted clear and looked like tear drops as they fell.
Hitting my shoe and turning cold white again as I danced, no wick to bring it back to life again.
My fevered anticipation quickly dissipates when the last of the wax melts and the 2 lit ends meet and die.
Nothing...nothing more now.
I hang my head, confused, almost upset just out of disappointment.
One heavy sigh...another.
I guess they were right.
