Jezebel was begging for a verse, so
I wrote her one.
I wrote her one.
I wrote a song for Jezebel.
That damnable woman.
I gave to her a softly
spoken word.
I said a word.
I said a word.
I said a word to Jezebel.
And I think she's home
to stay.
She who never lurks in
doorways, and never sleeps
in bed,
but sleeps in doorways and
lurks in beds.
"It's best this way." She says.
I said a word to Jezebel.
She claims that things are
fine.
The knots in her hair, the
bruises on her knees speak
of how there have been
better times.
She who sleeps in doorways
and lurks in beds.
I wrote a song for Jezebel.
I wrote a song.
I wrote a song.
I wrote a song for Jezebel.
Who wishes she weren't there.
Author notes
Second song in the 'Jezebel' series.
Written October 15th, 2006
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Remarkable work.
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wow! Thats all I can say!
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I like how this was decidedly, completely, a song. It was a song in simplicity, a song in subtly. I loved it.
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