Luna..Luna.. Oh You Make Me Swoon[O]

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Luna, luna oh you make me swoon. The moon`s dim light shined over the open clearing, giving shapes around her a fuzzy outline. Soft rustleing interrupted the peaceful stillness around her, breaking the tones. She had come out here even though she didn`t go to the school, just for some peace and quiet. Her big sister had gone to take a look around. Rolling her eyes, she focused on what she was writing. She knew she wanted a little more companionship than just her, she wanted a romantic guy around to keep her company. She hadn`t had a boyfriend in either of her lifetimes. Smiling at the thought of a boyfriend she might have, most of them would probably fall for her sister in the end. Yea, maybe she would be mad, but most of them would have been jerk offs anyways, none good enough for her. but now while everyone sleeps, their heads laid down on their soft pillows, here she is. In the middle of a dimlit clearing, writing lyrics, playing the violin, and singing. Yea, she is weird, but she doesn`t care what you think. The only time she thought about what someone else said was when Tori spoke to her, and she usually had good points. Sitting up, she grabbed her cherry wood instrument and tucked it under her chin, drawing the bow across the strings to play a soft, mournful tune. She sung of a tale of two lovers who couldn`t be togeher, almost like a morbid Romeo and Juliet.


we could be
we should be
but we can`t be
you and me

Letting the tones sink into her mind, she wrote them down on the pad of paper and re-tucked the violin. Her arm sawed back and forth as she sought for a melody to fit her song. Her sister and her played in bars or art cellars for money and they usually paid well, but here was nothing except a girl with a passion for the arts. She wasn`t half as good as her sister, but she could play the hell out of a violin. finding a not,e she stuck to it and whistled along and tried out her second set of lyrics, her voice lighting up the night and catching the harks of nearby animals


it`s like slow poison
but we can`t let it spread
it`s like a perfect denile


Hearing a fain set of footsteps, she stopped in her singing but let her playing continue. Might as well give the intruder a show. You don`t come across to many people in the middle of a clearing at midnight. So you would think.