my idols are so pretty, i crave to be them in my next life, to have Marilyn Monroes eyes to seek the love of another man.
to have Amy Winehouse's hair to hide all of my secrets.
oh how I would love to sing like Lana del Rey, and be praised by her die hard fans.
id love to dance like Stevie nicks with the body type of Jessica rabbit.
oh to have Brittney Murphys smile, to brighten my own days.
id be happier to have Anna Nicole's bra size too.
to be mysterious like Fiona apple yet so lavish like Mick jagger.
i can lay here in my worn out bed and prey to my idols existence, id love to be them, matter fact anyone else who isn't like me.
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constantines fragility
Poetryfor the girls growing into girlhood to women, who are looking for the answer of reason.
