Gathering Dust

Are your memories in a box on the shelf
Tucked away to get covered in dust?
So you now just think about yourself
Or with someone else, create your lust
I sometimes feel crushed like a flower
A flower that once did bloom
You sated your ego and sexual power
Then you up and left too soon
Maybe when you clear the dust
You can remember this delicate flower
My memories stay and so they must
My words to some will never sour
- Hope

Once a Fool

I once did trust someone
Then I got betrayed
What a fool I once was
With some friends that I made
First they talk by open fires
They even talk care and trust
They're then found out to be liars
At times life so unjust
It makes you feel such a fool
Should I now dress as a clown?
He seemed so enthralled once
These liars get me down
- Hope