Poem

Let me be the lipstick That sticks to your lips. But men will wipe it off Or you will end of the evening. Let me be the glasses you wear That I can be close to eyes blue. But laser will some day lighten Your eyes and back to the coffin Of a case will I go. Let me be the mirror that you see. But with time will be a sad reflection Of you when beauty skin deep Withers and heart broken will I be As you crack me with hurting decibels Let me be the chair that you sit on So I can hug you with my arms. But you will sell me once my back Is broken by wear and tear. Let me then be the Beats of your heart Chanting love love lub dub And when I stop,so will you