Drunk Enough

She took the margarita


Ice cold glass to hold

Kissed the cheek

Of the giver

Sipped it slowly

And just like that

It made perfect sense

To finish off another

So that she would be

Drunk enough

To kick back

Let down

Shake off

All those things

That kept holding her down

She wanted to be

Drunk enough

To forget about

Being good enough

Every minute of the day

A ice cold margarita

Was a very good way

To get drunk enough

On a Sunday

๐Ÿน๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ‘ฃ Jeanna’ Mead

7.8.10. 7 03 a.m


By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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