The footsteps of Marilyn
Trying to follow her beauty
Trying to exist as one in the footsteps of her personality Her ways with men Her ways with people in general How could I even compare She the girl of fortune and fame I the girl of cornfields and hay To try to compare the two is not even funny So I follow her footsteps. One inch. One foot. One mile at a time Just trying to compare Trying and failing Forever doomed to be never like Marilyn👁 2💬 0
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