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
Reason for writing:
Sometimes you feel like you have been used
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