Sparks.

The world can be cold and dark

With nothing left behind

The world can be soft and warm

Like lighting a flame of a single spark

I look through the world with dog coloured eyes

Black and white wherever I go

I can’t see the true colours that shine

I can’t see the good show

You were always there

I could see you’re black and white face

Even thinking about it makes me weep

But you are part of a cold hearted race

Now maybe you’re gone

Maybe the colour will shine through

Maybe my single spark will be lit

The one that you blew

I stay awake at night

Still trying to light my spark

So I can see the colour

Shining through the world