A Wasted Spark

In a world of black and white,

My thoughts are chaos,

But in the dark of night,

She calls to me.

Like a burst of colour to a faded picture,

She brightens my life,

But I can ensure,

She doesn't know what she means to me.

A silent love, the sharpest knife,

One that stabs me in the night,

It sharpens the blade, but brightens my life,

An eternity of wasted opportunities.

Another year of the same,

Midnight of Valentine's passes me by,

And so renews the endless game,

Of killing this silent heart.