Our life is like one long smooch
Finished over by the ages,
Kissed by many in the same way,
Thinking the same sweet nothings,
Trying to forget
The imminent drudgery
That were to follow;
And we
Like the aftertaste of the overrated hackneyed act
Observe with our sleepy eyes
Weary of witnessing the same things
Over and over again,
While our days pass by

Like the aftertaste.




One response to “Aftertaste

  1. I find the same thing in life. Pleasure only distracts for a short period, then it’s reality all over again.

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