She had a pretty face but no life shone through
She had a pretty mouth from which blood poured to
She had pretty eyes which glazed and fluttered
She had pretty hair which clumped and cluttered
She wore a pretty dress, torn and ill-faded
With a pretty blue scarf, ribboned and so jaded
The pretty little basket she had carried, made of wick
Now lay crushed, splintered, beneath her pretty little hip
She had fallen, see, much like Alice in the Land
But was no Wonder now that greeted her stand
She had stumbled, with no grace or large clocks
Ending in a cove, to her grave, in torn socks.
A part of me will always miss you.
I wish I didn't have too, but I can't help it.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
Someday I hope you have it all.