You used to love how light I was,
My softness to your touch.
My face still has that peachie fuzz,
But you don't care too much.
You liked to feel my breathy Whispers fly past your cheek,
But now you are indifferent,
That 'love' has grown too weak.
I still recall the days when you and I took naps,
But I can't help to relate now to a feather,
Bent back to snap.
