The Gemineyed Damsels Distress

Pictures that hang on a wall in our soul. Snapshots of unending passions, as numberous as the stars. The smile of the blue eyed angel shutters the camera with a envy for her grace, focusing on more then is apparent. Through hardships unknown to us joy beckoned her, through silvered screens of starlet dreams, and wild whispers winding about in a sea of unending legacy. Reinventing herself to realize her dream. Where did Norma go? She now only dwells in Mrs. Monroe, for the twin must come to fruition. No longer the auburn hair gleams, glistening on grounds of grit and sand, the ocean waves awash with wildly wanted wonderment sustained by her innocence. For the coin flips and the twin wins triumphantly. The world drunk with the beauty of their new found star. The sex symbol diva cries for the respect she deserves, the body becomes all that's desired. The bombshell drops, the people lost in the blast. Turning the tide in a shockwave of bewilderment. Norma sighs and the flowers cry for their friend now lost to fiendish diamonds glittery glint. For the diamond now have a new best friend. Strong and wise she was and is. Ignorant and weak the wicked weasles play till the starlet is no more. Farewell sweet Norma Jeane time played you wrong, but in us you still live on, and every aspect of you adorns our walls. And we rejoice in your awe and beauty. Sleep now in quiet repose.