A feel good poem about a girls favourite cosmetic 

I stare in the mirror 
The reflection fairer 
My lips look weathered
They have survived many terrors 
Lives forever my bright pink lipstick 

The lipstick has outlived many illnesses
The lipstick has battled many kisses
The lipstick has traced many births
The lipstick has cried many deaths
Hallelujah my bright pink lipstick

Sometimes my life seems anew
I sometimes have amnesia of the past and few
But then I pull out my bright pink lipstick 
and I get coaxed and cajoled into a time machine que. 

It remains my soothing comfort tool
It brings me so much from retro lieu
The pink is a significance of love and inner hope
It promises me that despite the battles I will indeed cope
It reminds me that existence never remains the same 
But despite it all it remains my relied game.