a movie star

A film star It was not her creamy body that caught My attention, nothing unusual about it Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was Here eyes, in a blink they were blue, green Or brown, depending on her mood that Changed faster than traffic lights on Sunset Boulevard Between laughter, pain and suspicion I could see her soul and wide-open eyes They killed her slowly the famous men Wouldn’t let her grow up a dumb blond Forever I could have made her happy, but when I found the courage to ring her doorbell Marilyn wasn’t around anymore. Zen Love is A gold coin That never rust