Couches

Both are too pale

Both are ugly

Their arms have rips in them

They are smaller than normal

They’re worn and used

Both have seen better days

Both are unwanted

One is a couch

One is a girl

One will be reused

One will be worthless

Both are forgotten

Nobody cares either way

Both will be torn apart

One could have had a chance

But she was nothing more than a couch to others