Reflection

I've come to say
people are more like
sparkling candles
than dead souls deceived.
Once they decide
to set a fire
nothing can stop
the undeniable end.
Hope seems to be
more like an illusion
and I'm standing still.
Maybe,
just maybe,
one day
I'll see you smile again.
And..I don't know..
I though I was special
...I was wrong.
I even thought love was pure
but guess what?
I was wrong again.
I'm done.
Goodnight.