She liked to run once,
And smile,
Laugh,
'Til tears fell from her eyes,

She used to sing,
And scream,
From the top of her lungs,
Just for the fun of it,

She was smaller then,
Small enough to fall,
Through the cracks,
To fit the spaces,

She used to feel it,
The happiness,
When she looked to the sky,
Spread beneath her feet,

Her eyes were warm once,
Liquid and soft,
Full of life,
Hopeful and young,

She used to be perfect,
But perfect's never real enough,
To last