A face your face my face do we ever really look sometimes I look in the mirror, and I hate what I see.
The time of ageing the time of old tears freckles that have faded and new ones appear.
The face in everyone if you really if you really look is odd mine, yours, everyone.
Shapes how the brow line falls of is arched the slope of the nose does it point does it curl or is it stubby. Lips large, small, pouty, frowning, smile lines dimples in-depth with lost kisses and fading tales.
A face is such a glorious thing we take for granted, we criticize and realize and make our selves think that our face is everything. Some beg to differ but a face tells secrets a scar tells tales of accidents or pain when we look really look what do you see a sinner or a saint. Do you see beauty or horridness they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder but what if the beholder is you.
What’s in your face?
