A response to a TRUE COLOURS link.
See, beneath those hooded turquoise lids,
Eyes that are turquoise jewels, hard as stone.
For, even as she glitters for the world,
Behind her eyes she knows she is alone.
Analyse that smile, so moist and young,
Those brilliant teeth in that half-parted smile.
So does she practise smiling every day,
Pretending that she's quite devoid of guile?
That hair, that skin, they are not Norma Jean;
They've been a fabrication from the start.
Here is the tough-as-turquoise Marilyn,
The famous lady with the frightened heart.