Taylor P. Donnelly

Rookie (6/26/92 / NY)

Be Disappointed By: Taylor Donnelly - Poem by Taylor P. Donnelly

Be Disappointed

By: Taylor Donnelly

There is a word for the look you gave me

Not that i can think of it to save me

The mixture of an uncontented life

Speckled with mild strife

What did i do that makes your face contort so

And no i will not fucking go

Is it somewhere on my body that reads

Hit hard here... I'm already down, see if it bleeds

Well here I'm open season

Apparently just waiting to see crimson

His lullaby turns sour

With ever hour

And i seem to remember a sweeter taste

Did it already go to waste

How does that spot light taste

Who did that liquor chase

We are tightly coiled

And oh so spoiled

Are we winning this poor race

Maybe i need some more lace

So shower me with your disappointment

And break appointment

I'll be another notch you cant get

I'll be the next hit

The one that cant get you high enough

No being able to take a hit doesn't make you tough

Be Disappointed

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 6, 2010

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