Einstein loved Marilyn Monroe.
She was everything a woman could be.
How could she love a man like me?
I will find out and see.
So I shared my ideas, the thoughts within me
in hopes that she'd see
what I hoped to be.
But frightened instead,
she ran from the scene,
and destruction ensued
and consumed all that was me.
To hate oneself for sharing truth
is to destroy the purpose of our youth
Einstein hated himself, acting the kid,
but forgives himself now as Marilyn did.
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thanks! the creative blocks are crumbling. This memory helped a lot =)
More to come!