Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 2, 2009 20:17:25 GMT -8
Ophelia sighed as she felt him run off. There you go again Ophi...pushing everyone away as usual. Her concious was strong, she knew she was too harsh, but she did what she needed to keep herself and others safe. Besides kid, she thought, you would never be happy with me anyway. Her guilt eminated through her music as her song slowed. If you hear this, take it was my apology.
She could see why everyone deserted her in the end. I really am quite a big bitch she thought as she set her violin down on the amp, unpluging it. Ophelia sighed softly as his presence disappeared. With the last wisp of him left she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slipped off her coat, removing her boots as well. She shrunk back to her normal height of 5'7" and placed them by the door. Her guilt sweeped through her and she went around and unlocked the doors and windows. At the last window she unlocked, the one at the top of the house, she sat on the cushioned seat on the sill and cracked it open slightly, letting the cool night air spill in.
With the air freeing her slightly, she began to sing, voice slivery and soft, yet strong and powerful; it carried on the wind.
"Willow weep for me
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the imfamous hands
Of someone no one understands
I'm not unique in this
It's based on none but my mistakes
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I'd happly break
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up
And throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed
Oh no
Oh willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire
And deride
Which I protect and hide
Is yours..."
She could see why everyone deserted her in the end. I really am quite a big bitch she thought as she set her violin down on the amp, unpluging it. Ophelia sighed softly as his presence disappeared. With the last wisp of him left she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slipped off her coat, removing her boots as well. She shrunk back to her normal height of 5'7" and placed them by the door. Her guilt sweeped through her and she went around and unlocked the doors and windows. At the last window she unlocked, the one at the top of the house, she sat on the cushioned seat on the sill and cracked it open slightly, letting the cool night air spill in.
With the air freeing her slightly, she began to sing, voice slivery and soft, yet strong and powerful; it carried on the wind.
"Willow weep for me
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the imfamous hands
Of someone no one understands
I'm not unique in this
It's based on none but my mistakes
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I'd happly break
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up
And throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed
Oh no
Oh willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire
And deride
Which I protect and hide
Is yours..."