3 September 2012
Crushed pearl skin Lips like a rose Eyes greener than emerald Sophisticated to her toes. Dress worth more than gold Hair the colour of fire Voice like soft velvet Reflected in her attire
To be famous is that of a gift. A gift that's also a curse. Hidden inside a tortured soul, Eyes shining as though they might burst.
Influence comes at a price. Your privacy you'll sacrifice!
To Be Famous... • Opuss № I