Alison. (Dedicated to A.K.)
I look down at the photograph,
Some faces make me smile or laugh,
Other faces make me frown,
But only one face gets me down-
The face of Alison.
Never saw her after Junior shcool, you know,
Went with life's fast flow
The trees are still there, still grow,
But one face in the picture makes me feel low-
The face of Alison.
Quiet girl was she-
Now she is free
From pain, or glee
I feel the pain for her, when I see
The face of Alison
Her death was a total shock,
But I knew last of her dying.
Made it hurt more, worsened my crying,-
Al my memories faded away, under key and lock...
Except the face of Alison.
Still can't understand it,
Why she had that seiziure fit.
She had everything going for
Her, but is now decomposing gore-
Once flawless face of Alison.
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