The Glance

He looks at me and I look at him. I know in an instant what’s happening. I wish that he’d love me the way I love him, but it seems not to be so. I go out on a limb, to talk to him about all that I feel. As I walk over to him he outs up his shields, to protect his from any battle scars, and pulls out his war face which he hides in a jar. I think he could love me if he’d just give me a chance, but I’ll never really know any of that from a glance.

_Blood Staind Soul-