Jean

So how is that bookstore

You desperately want to ignore?

For the love you give is pure shade

For we are no longer Friends of Washoe

County Library,

We are enemies;

Your desperate pink rose won't grow

Because the crack in the concrete spills

And life is just a prison

Desperate to lock us in,

Oh how do you grow on concrete

That has no substance?

I feel like a very different person knowing you

For you never speak for yourself

You always choose to be the follower

And there you go in the mystery section

Hiding yourself in sin

And now the other women look at you

Like you are a joke,

What matters more is what you strive for;

Oh darling Jean,

Your bloody trinkets mean nothing to Janet Green

For she sees you as a joke, and nothing more

Yet I see you as a budding chance

Seeming to the glimmering of the stars

But you never loved me

And I never knew you,

For life is just a parable of wits;

And through it all

We are both strong women,

For we will survive

For nothing in life is normal except the sun,

How does it feel

Looking at a basket of old books,

When you know it isn't true?

For these old books

Carry burdens of their own,

Don't be a burden

To those who don't deserve it--

For they never deserved you

In the first place,

For beauty is in the eyes of a perfect book

Never tell your story to the weak...

Oh Jean; my darling Jean

Someday you will know your worth

Away from this place

And the death of Janet Green

Shall no longer haunt you--

Her trinkets shall burn in hell

And in hell, nobody gets cold water

One shall suffer from their thirst

I guess you will never know

The true intentions of the world.