Friendship feature

Hello my dear friends!
I hope you are all doing fine.
I will like to apologize for my late replies in everything, comments, notes, fav+. I ve been very busy and since I wont catch up with you in the weekend here is a little feature for you my wonderful friends!
Have a great weekend whatever you do and see you soon!




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The Invisible GirlNo one saw the invisible girl.
As she sat there, crying in the rain.
No one saw the invisible girl.
As she sat there, as white as snow.
No one saw the invisible girl.
As she sat there, no one knew her name.
No one saw the invisible girl.
As she sat there, wondering why won't anyone help?
No one saw the invisible girl.
As she sat there, slowly fading away.
No one saw the invisible girl.
Because no one was there to see her invisible tears.


Rot like Moths and RustIt occurs to him that he's never heard thunder outside before.
Now he stands by the window in his bedroom half-darkened by storm, curtains and shutters thrown open to let in a wet breeze- and he hears it.
An eerie blue-grey cast over the street below, the storm clouds turn lamps and headlights into beacons like faraway ships in the sea of the sky. The wind snaps cold at the curtains and little droplets of rain collect on the windowsill, but there's that sound.
It's beautiful, he decides. Like canons and gunfire and holy wrath.
Peyter sits on the bed behind him, serene and godly save for the absence of the cross around his neck. He always wears it so well. With his hood pulled up over his head, it gives the impression of mystics and saints.
Lazar's never cared much for saints.
Irreverence has occurred to him, too.
What interests him more is what Peyter is wearing. A pendant ringed with pale blue, black, and white, in imitation of an eye. He laughs, rubs the heel of


The InvisibleI am the unseen,
I can surprise people,
I can scare people,
But people can't do that to me.
I'm like a ghost,
Only seen when I want to be,
Only heard when I want to be,
Invisible to everyone every other time.
I am like the wind,
You know I exist,
You can feel me and hear,
But cannot see me.
I can sneak up on you,
I can move quietly and swiftly,
I am silent and fast,
I am someone.
Someone who chooses to be invisible,
To avoid being hurt by others,
To avoid conflicts and others,
But I am still in there.
I am the invisible,
I am a soulless soul,
Not sure why I am here,
Why I am not seen.
The ghost that isn't dead,
The one that is quiet,
The one that is lost,
The invisible.
I am invisible,
I do not choose to be this way,
Nor do I not like being this way,
It is a gift that I will cherish for my life.
To be invisible,
I chose this way,
It lets me see things others don't,
It lets me complete myself.
It is my strongest gift,
A gift of the heavens and the stars,
The gift for my life,
My gift of

Its a quick one so sorry for the sloppiness