I wasn’t always this way,
you know.

I use to harbor a giggle so joyous that sunflowers would grow out of my navel.

Now the rain still falls but no flowers grow,you know.I wasn’t always this way,
you see.

My mouth use to be a haven to the warm summers breeze.

Now there are just lackluster vapors,
you see.

I wasn’t always this firm,
I swear.

My back would spiral and bend with the precision of air.

I wasn’t born this way,
My dear.