by The Struggle Is A Choice
A crying Marilyn Monroe
A sad goddess sits bewildered.
Disdain is building up inside,
A glass of wine to drown the pain,
The dark clouds have gathered,
The picture perfect reflection is veiled.
Dreams are shattered, Passion is a traitor
A long face, eyes red
She plunged tonight, love made her fall,
Mirror mirror on the wall, She’s the saddest of them all.
Oh Beauty where hides thy radiance?
Mascara remnants and shaky hands betray her malaise,
Feigning confidence earlier that she would be okay,
But resentment is harboring in a void so deep.
It hurts now, tomorrow it will, and the days after.
Crying Marilyn, be strong, solace is on the way.