if disappointment were a bullet
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id load into a gun
shoot myself in the heart with it
the pain would now be done
the blood would seep from my wound
drawing with it my life
no more disappointments then
no more fucking strife.
in the morning you would awake
from a night of darkness so pure
having morphed from Hyde to Jeckle
my fragile heart you did not cure.
you did not lead me to temptation
but rather to my demise
it is this moment of disappointment
I shall say my last goodbye
the light from my eyes now gone
my body lay cold and dead
what difference would it have made
had I lived with disappointment instead.
ARenee January 29, 2007