Young and Fragile
Her skin is old and worn
Her skin is dry and cracking,
And torn.

She has burns and scars,
Telling stories of her life. Her hair
Has gone frail, and loss its color after
All those years of dyeing it.

She moves slowly, inching one foot
Forward at a time. Her muscles are tired
From all the dancing at a young age.

Slow puffs of breath
Between her hacking cough
From all the smoking she did.

Her eyes ware her soul lives,
Has been through it all tears,  and joy.  
Her eyes  never grew old and tired like her body has.
They are young and fragile like her heart still is.
Searching for her one true love, yet again.