Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 22, 2007 22:02:55 GMT
Since Ilyssa wasn't a big speaker and Anton and Will were... Busy, Tamika took the oppurtunity to write. She hadn't written anything in a good while, had been spending too much time drawing. She pulled out her leather journal from her bag and flipped it to a new page. Clicking the pen, she began scribbling across the page.
I saw a star beneath the stairs
Glowing through the melting walls
Who will be the first to begin their fall?
Or will we become one?
Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
Her hand was writing furiously, getting the words out of her mind and onto paper. She put her pen back in her pocket, re-reading what she wrote.
I saw a star beneath the stairs
Glowing through the melting walls
Who will be the first to begin their fall?
Or will we become one?
Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
Her hand was writing furiously, getting the words out of her mind and onto paper. She put her pen back in her pocket, re-reading what she wrote.
