Fading

The thought of what she used to be,
and what they had together.
Always sweet and truly free,
she thought it'd last forever.

Love is fading
...

The girlish glow she once had,
the boyish grin of mystery.
Always happy, never sad.
Now all that is hystory.

Youth is fading
...

She used to sing in pure delight,
think she could lift up in flight.
Now her tears fall to the ground.
and from her lips, not a sound

Smiles fading
...