Tequila and Salty Tears

Love is not
Kind or considerate
It shows up when
It damn well feels
Like it

Then one day
It is gone
Not even a goodbye
Just a kiss that
Tastes of salty tears

Time to let
The dreaming go
Disenchanted, neither
Caring nor loving
Doing or risking

But as luck would
Have it – there’s
Tequila to chase the
Salty tears

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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