by MagicGirl_Helia » Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:51 pm
"Well..." allie said. "Besides them being knuckleheads who think that just because we're girls, we don't know anything. They can also be sweet, and cute, and..." allie trailed off, staring into space. Thinking about guys brought good and bad memories to her.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”