kimberly mariah

nonsense

lines from individual pieces I wrote last night: 

Maybe you’ve dried your eyes, but you’re still here like a flower in rain.

…too afraid to feel with the mark you leave

…memory lane cuts like a knife, still can’t feel a thing.

…your turn to bleed, i’ll be waiting.

My pieces tread your feet like water.

…you play your song a mile away

…and I’ve got to tell you: I’m guilty because I love the company.