At eight years old I lived in a house with rickety floors
The wood was wearing thin and the foundation was visible through the cracks,
But other than my frilly pink dress,
I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Eight years later the floors remind me of you.
Your skin is cracking your foundation is crumbling,
And your patience is as thin as the walls,
But I still think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen