Norma Jeane
Accepting when I have grown out of love
Is all too jarring
Too real
A depiction of magnificence
A silver screen
Norma in her elegance
Benevolence
A star in my heart
Retired to the sky
A candle in the wind
Can truly only try so hard
To find beauty in yourself
To find comfort
Is to feel unabandoned
An unfamiliar precedent of mine which required more than I have to give
Where can I look but up in attempt to find something that holds true beauty
If I cannot find it
Locked within myself
Then I will turn back
The hands of the clock
To the noir portraits and transatlantic poetry that has made up footfalls and echoes throughout my mind
A childhood littered in black and white
Grown out of a point of contentment
And grown out of love
Is all too jarring
Too real
A depiction of magnificence
A silver screen
Norma in her elegance
Benevolence
A star in my heart
Retired to the sky
A candle in the wind
Can truly only try so hard
To find beauty in yourself
To find comfort
Is to feel unabandoned
An unfamiliar precedent of mine which required more than I have to give
Where can I look but up in attempt to find something that holds true beauty
If I cannot find it
Locked within myself
Then I will turn back
The hands of the clock
To the noir portraits and transatlantic poetry that has made up footfalls and echoes throughout my mind
A childhood littered in black and white
Grown out of a point of contentment
And grown out of love