Noses are a flaw

Eyes are hope,
the mind is love,
our hearts are fake,
replaceable.

Souls are life,
how you live it in awe.
My hands do the talking,
while my feet do the walking.

Mouths are trouble.
Noses are a flaw.
Tummies are for rumblin'
jumblin', bumblin' fools.

My boobs are for cancer.
Necks are for kisses,
and fingers?
They just play my clarinet for me.

My cheeks are for color,
nails for the paint.
My toes are balance.

Hair is attractiveness,
and include the face.
My lungs can't take much more,
of you stealing my breath away.

My intestines are a release,
just rope.
I'm set for my death wish.
Tie them around my much loved neck.
Pull tight, I let loose.