Long Blonde Hair and Eyes of Blue

The doctor had said she looked tired today the tests had shown, it wouldn’t go away her looks might go, her living could too how would she cope, what could she do she was late arriving for the photo shoot in her tight blue jeans and high heel boots the make up artist did her thing and soon she was ready for anything. She looked so good as the flash gun fired with her make up on, she no longer looked tired the photographer told her what to do with her long blonde hair and eyes of blue she knew how to seduce the camera lens each exposure was her latest friend it was clear to see she photographed well even though she just felt like hell. She knew how to grace a magazine cover knowing how to look, more than any other often she would be, the centrefold in a magazine, that was never under sold she still always had that look in her eye even when she wanted, to just sit down and cry Something had to give, something had to change it was clear to see, things couldn’t stay the same. But that was then and this is now there’s always a way to survive somehow gone are the looks that brought her fame but she earns her living, just the same now she works as a photographer herself taking pictures for the magazine shelves and she knows what to tell the girls to do with their long blonde hair and eyes of blue.