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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.
bowendiaries 
I’ve ‘liked’ this post, but really ‘liked’ is not quite, rather I ‘agree’ with the words of the poem. How sad that such a tragic life and end was MM’s lot. None of us know what pain each person feels inside.
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Thanks for reading. Yes sometimes the outside tells not of what is in the inside.
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Reblogged this on CAN{i}BE TREATS.
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Beautiful . Beautiful .
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Thank you
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This is so beautiful and the words just sink right in,
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Aww thanks. I love it too 🙂 glad you liked it
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I really do 🙂
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Good read!
And the truth of the words you wrote.
One of your lines inspired me to pen down a few lines.
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😀 Glad to know. Thanks for reading
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