Uploaded June 2012 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Dearest friends, today I just wanted to share with you another brand new song of mine. This is a gift to all of you who have been keeping up-to-date with me, and my anorexia. "Floraline" is my gift to everyone who has gone through the same path I've gone through. "Floraline" speaks of a princess who has fallen off her throne, and has made herself believe she couldn't rise up to her name again. Floraline is a Queen, you see not a princess, and she really hasn't fallen off her throne. She chose by her own will to forsake her royalty, for a taste of frivolity. I wrote Floraline to make myself believe I'm not unfixable even if what I feel is contrary to this belief. I wrote it for you to make you understand that somewhere in life we will all need to face ourselves, and sometimes the weapons we choose are not always the right ones. Floraline's dagger is my anorexia. Floraline's crown is my hair. Floraline's ring is the oath I've made to fight for the name of Justice, to fight for men, and woman alike, to make them believe in their beauty again. We can never be too broken to change. This is the message beyond Floraline. We are what we believe, so harm youselves properly, because this battle has just begun. ;)
Ophéliane xxx
Merci beaucoup. Thank you so much for watching.
Ophéliane xxx
And if you're interested in purchasing
REST IN PEACE (RIP).
Here's the link:
itunes.apple.com/ca/album/rest-in-peace-ep/id395045216
Visit me, along with my experiments at:
youtube.com/user/cloebeaudoin
Floraline
Silver locket in the snow
Violet raindrops in repose
Bleeding anchors in deep water
A little girl on a spider's web
With violins on sunny hills
On sunny hills
She's throwing red vines in ravines, and
Her pearl necklaces to the swine
Oh Floraline
I'm unfixable, she cries
While seas of crows align
On her bed side
But she's not unfixable
If only she knew
All that morning denies
Floraline, Oh Floraline
Daughter of ours
Do, rise, to the light
Her crown as rusted in the sands
Her ring has tarnished by command
Daisies rot within her fragile hands
Her fingers cutting through her robes
Her dagger's twisting her beautiful pose
On her mournful throne
I'm unfixable, she cries
While seas of crows align
On her bed side
But she's not unfixable
If only she knew
All that morning denies
Floraline, Oh Floraline
Daughter of mine
Do, rise, to the light
Dearest friends, today I just wanted to share with you another brand new song of mine. This is a gift to all of you who have been keeping up-to-date with me, and my anorexia. "Floraline" is my gift to everyone who has gone through the same path I've gone through. "Floraline" speaks of a princess who has fallen off her throne, and has made herself believe she couldn't rise up to her name again. Floraline is a Queen, you see not a princess, and she really hasn't fallen off her throne. She chose by her own will to forsake her royalty, for a taste of frivolity. I wrote Floraline to make myself believe I'm not unfixable even if what I feel is contrary to this belief. I wrote it for you to make you understand that somewhere in life we will all need to face ourselves, and sometimes the weapons we choose are not always the right ones. Floraline's dagger is my anorexia. Floraline's crown is my hair. Floraline's ring is the oath I've made to fight for the name of Justice, to fight for men, and woman alike, to make them believe in their beauty again. We can never be too broken to change. This is the message beyond Floraline. We are what we believe, so harm youselves properly, because this battle has just begun. ;)
Ophéliane xxx
Merci beaucoup. Thank you so much for watching.
Ophéliane xxx
And if you're interested in purchasing
REST IN PEACE (RIP).
Here's the link:
itunes.apple.com/ca/album/rest-in-peace-ep/id395045216
Visit me, along with my experiments at:
youtube.com/user/cloebeaudoin
Floraline
Silver locket in the snow
Violet raindrops in repose
Bleeding anchors in deep water
A little girl on a spider's web
With violins on sunny hills
On sunny hills
She's throwing red vines in ravines, and
Her pearl necklaces to the swine
Oh Floraline
I'm unfixable, she cries
While seas of crows align
On her bed side
But she's not unfixable
If only she knew
All that morning denies
Floraline, Oh Floraline
Daughter of ours
Do, rise, to the light
Her crown as rusted in the sands
Her ring has tarnished by command
Daisies rot within her fragile hands
Her fingers cutting through her robes
Her dagger's twisting her beautiful pose
On her mournful throne
I'm unfixable, she cries
While seas of crows align
On her bed side
But she's not unfixable
If only she knew
All that morning denies
Floraline, Oh Floraline
Daughter of mine
Do, rise, to the light
