Mar 04, 2008 22:17
Liz was rather puzzled as she came into the post office on time for her shift. She had woken up singing for some strange reason and it hadn't stopped by the time she had made it the post office.
"She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing"
She sighed as she set up for her shift, the songs seemed to be hitting close to home and she hoped that they would stop soon.
[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]
liz sherman,
post office