Friends.

The girl grimaced,

Oh great she thought,

It’s raining,

But sadly I’m not singing,

She forgot her umbrella,

And sighed,

As she straighten her shoulders,

And stepped outside,

Man in suits ran passed her,

Lovers held hands under umbrellas,

The city was busy as normal,

No one didn’t slow down because of bad weather,

Her big brown eyes looked for the restaurant,

She would meet her friends at,

She feared she was late,

And that her friends left,

Her anxiety calmed,

Once she saw the store front,

And walked in,

Being greeted by warm welcomes,

She saw her friends and sat down,

A huge smile on her lips,

She loved her friends,

They were truly her bliss.

~a sleepy ghost~

Advertisements

Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s