Two random poems

1)

I once thought I understood
maybe even thought I could
relax and unwind
be happy in time
and everything might be good

And the way these thoughts still remain
shows the luck I have yet to gain
because I thought that I could trust
but it’s all turned to dust

2)

I dream only in black and white
because in colour it is too bright
too real to believe
so in sepia I see
the world that drives me to fight