Arabella Poem by Edward Dzonze

She gave me a gun
and showed me where to shoot
i guess where she felt it most
but my finger couldn't bend to pull the trigger

She gave me a knife
and showed me where to stub
i guess where it hurts the most
but my palm couldn't clench the dagger
for the fatal move

We danced
to the söng Isabella all night long
that is when she told me her name Anabella,
denied my heart a chance
and auctioned her body in my face
brave enough she was
to come and apologize in my sleep

She gave me real poison
to put in her drink,
i did but drank it instead.
It made me sleep
and that is when she told me the exact name Arabella
and that her heart was immune to love