by MagicGirl_Helia » Mon May 07, 2012 7:20 am
Bree smiled as mike took her hand. "Where should we start ?" she asked, looking around. She was glad that there was no one here to recognize her.
Mary smiled and turned her head at the sound of a carrige. "It seems the prince is here." she said.
"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.”