Be My Marlyn

 when everyone is busy searching for their James Dean

I  yearn for you to be my Marlyn 

I long to admire your morning face

Oh! How you untangle your messy thoughts and mane 

I despise all standards 

You are far and beyond Cosmo's selection

No, I'm not here to rescue you, I won't be your hero, won't play pretense 

I'd rather scramble and decipher your nostalgic forest so dense 

And No!No! No! I won't be the dominant one who'd make you clip your wings and burn your dream at stake

Be quiet, crossed legs, corsets, don't laugh, don't speak, and all the other archetypes I'mma break.

all I require is for you to be you

Be peculiar, an overthinker, crazy, loud, sometimes a freak so you'd never be cuffed up 

And whenever we'd face time I'd see the covered scars and not your makeup puffed up

And now this rhyme has come to an end

now will you be mine   My Marlyn!