MARILYN MONROE...

Love without tragedy,

Of rivers flowing,

With no falls,

Yet such behold more  beauty,

Than what you once thought my face was,

The sadness that engulfs my heart,


Bigger,

Deeper,

Than the oceans,

And the seas,

Am I too deluded,

To wish for,

Hope for,

Pray for,

Believe in,

Soft petals,

And banded tuxedos,

White veils,

And lacy dresses,

Long to my feet,

Hiding all the sins,

We committed together,

The best years of my years,

Should be,

Would be,

Were meant to be,

Spent being your Marilyn Monroe.

In this day and age,

who bears a mole,

Black in all its darkness,

Brought me more brightness,

Than the long lacy dress,

Could ever bring me.

It tames all,

In the wildness that surrounds me,

But leaves you out.

Love does not die twice.

Nothing compares,

To all I have done already,

Hide myself,

Hide my heart,

Dance to tunes only I know,

Only I can hear,

Amidst whispers,

In my arms you sway,

In my fingers you slip away,

Though I am no more,

I'm your Marilyn Monroe.