Not All Things Sweet
I hate it when my mouth goes sour.
on the sourness that does not go further than my throat.
Sour is a taste but a feeling I rather have in my candy,
mouth puckers up as the corners of my mouth quiver.
Tears make its way down my face,
down every feature, like a path studied well.
Sour is the emptiness that makes you feel
losing pieces of yourself suddenly a new talent
Sour is what makes happiness a nostalgic memory,
photographs that become just paper.
Sour is what makes "whiskey, neat." a new treat
Because you've acknowledged, not all things are sweet.
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