Castle On The Quay Poem by Kelly Boutin

A pretty girl in stitches,
A lovely girl of scars
A treasure chest of wishes,
Another one that's her's

She was so very pretty
But no one else could see
She was so very hungry
For to make her pretty seen

She chased down pretty horses
That lived beneath the waves
She chased down pretty stories
Of pretty people's graves

She learned an ugly lesson
Somewhere deep in time
She learned that pretty people
Always end up dying

She hated all the ugly,
The cruel and the mean
Thee were so many ugly,
Cruel, cruel beings

She piled high the feathers
She plucked out of the sea
She mixed in all the feathers
She plucked out of her wings

She dreamed that man would come
Before she flew too high
She dreamed that a time would come
She didn't fly that sky

But no one ever came that close
To her castle on the quay
No one ever cared enough
To waste any of their days

So she sewed her pretty books all shut
So no one could see she'd cried
And she sewed her pretty windows shut
So she could only see the tide

She dreamed of pretty lands she saw
Where pretty people played
But she'd been to every land she saw
And the people were the same

On her pretty bed of roses blue
She'd always come to weep
On her pretty bed of roses grew
All her pretty dreams

They grew and climbed the headposts,
They grew up all the walls
She dreamed enough to cover up
All the ugly world

Pretty songs they fill the sky
Pretty songs are all she has
Pretty stars in her eyes
Are all proof that she's not dead

Pretty dreams they fill her heart
And make her castle shine
Pretty dreams are all that's left
Of an ugly world that's dying

Pretty seems to make little sense
When there's no one there who's caring
Pretty seems a little thing
When there's no one there to share it

Pretty sits beside the sea
Slowly sinking in
Pretty says that soon there'll be
No more pretty left.