I don’t want to be your food

You’ll just eat it

and be done.

I don’t want to be your shoe

When it wears out

You’ll throw it away.

I don’t want to be your curtain

You’ll hang me there

Never looking at me again.

I don’t want to be your car

It will just take you places

You could trade it in.

I don’t want to be your light

To guide you somewhere

Then be done.

I want to be your heart

Forever in your chest

Even after you’ve gone.

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