The Aftertaste
The Aftertaste
Her face is …so forgettable
You see her twice, thrice or a hundred times
You’ll never be able to make out the details of her face
You’ll mess her eyes up
You’ll make the lips more pouty
You’ll make the nose less pointy
You’ll ruin the asymmetry of her face
You’ll ruin everything that makes her face ... so forgettable
Had I been a musician
I would make a symphony out of her face
There is only so much that eyes can see
I would let my ears see her face
Had I been a photographer
I would ditch everything digital
And find the last film roll on earth
I would expose the entire spool to her face
To capture each flaw, each ray of light that reflects from her face
Had I been a blind sculptor
I would map each imperfection of her face on my palm
Each crease of her lips on my thumb
Each scar and indent on my fingertips
These only means to remember her face,and retrace it again
Her face has the most bizzare aftertaste
It always leaves you wanting more
It tastes like the unwritten verse waiting to be penned
The greatest chorus that hasn’t been hummed
And everything still in the windmill of mind
There will never be a way to tell how her face is …so forgettable
Her existence is so miserable
I love every piece of it
But her face is … so forgettable
I will never have enough of it
Posted Jul 30, 2022, 4:33 AM UTC