Lollipop

She sat on the worn-out wooden bench.

Which was bound by solitude.

She was surrounded by clouds of thought,

Which had the same grey colour of monotony and melancholy

Silence was paining her ears.

But it was short-lived.

A girl walked up to her.

She had two pigtails,

Which fell over her shoulders.

She was holding two orange lollipops in her hand.

And was wearing a blue pinafore with a white shirt underneath.

Her white socks reached to her knees,

And she wore black buckle shoes.

Her face was plump and adorable.

Her cheeks had a natural blush.

And her lips were lit up with a homely smile.

She smiled.

And the girl from the blanket of isolation peeped out.

“Hey! Want to share?”

The girl with the lollipop asked with warmth.

With her heart in her mouth,

The lonely girl replied

“Sure, why not?”

She finally lifted her blanket of isolation.

And stood from the bench bound by solitude.

And walked into a new land,

One filled with gummy bears and cotton candy.

And liveliness without an end.

One with a friend.