Mariired

Five-Hour Girl

I think I’m just a five-hour girl, living out my feminine dream,
Not caring for three-hundred minutes what others care or think.
Never concerned by the reality that none are truly who they seem,
While I slip into my dress and wig and apply my makeup at the sink.

I think I’m just a five-hour girl, while my family’s all away,…[Read more]

My time… your time

I guess I never thought of it as my time… or as yours.
I always thought our time’s just here for keeping track of things.
How could I know it belonged to you… and it never belonged to me?
When you told me that I had wasted your time…?
I felt how lost time stings.

I thought our time just rolled along, until that day that our…[Read more]