It takes more strength to make peace than war

Love is such a fragile thing
Its true definition unknown
Love is such a delicate thing

A broken heart equals unequal destruction
A soul may search through all eternity


True love is rare in a world of lust

The story of Marilyn Monroe is like a fairytale of sorts

She was a simple and shy sweetheart who one day let her beauty for the world to show

Everyone knew her name, her glamour and fame, the glitter and lights in her name

But no one knew the real Marilyn, her private inner life plagued with tragedy, demons, and strife

A mentally broken mother, distant and sometimes unfaithful lovers, and personal demons that plagued her in the dark

Marilyn Monroe herself was just an illusion, a well crafted mask; An alter ego to shelter and protect the sensitive and quiet Norma Jean

From a shy sweet girl to a vivacious and sultry *** goddess

Marilyn Monroe is a lot like you and me

She was a starlet beauty who was realistic and relatable

Tragically, she died and left the world; her name and life still a mystery to this day

Here's a story of a little girl who dreamed to conquer the world

Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe

The hurt and pain you caused me

I was silently pleading for your attention
A little more of embrace, warm affection
But you blatantly ignored me
As if I was a ghost; I didn't exist
Is it my fault, though?

The truth is plain to see: You forgot to love me
I couldn't take it anymore seemingly trapped in a web
The endless karmic cycle of unhappiness and misery which I weaved

Until I saw a shimmering light
A flicker of happiness which blinded my sight
I saw hope and brightness in the arms of another
A love that was much more pure and real than you've ever shown me
I then knew what was missed in my life
I've found new love and they treat me better and gave me more love than you ever would or even could

Yes, I lied....
Yes, I cheated....

But in the end, I'm not the one to blame

Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't.
It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own.
You think you have a memory; but it has you!

Memory can be protection; a defense to shield you from trauma
Memory loss can in fact be a type of healing for the mind to further heal itself

Memory, O memory how human yet divine thou are!
Memory is mystic, spiritual, and strange
Memory is a force; a divinity in its own right
Memory is memory