f a y n e ' s n o t e s // 9

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The Sun and the Moon.

Not exactly out of choice
but the Moon fell in love

she didn't mean to, maybe

it was just her soft and simple heart

The Moon craved for the Sun

she wanted to bathe in his sunlight

she wanted to feel wanted

maybe sprinkled with honey

But she didn't care if the consequences were bad

Or if they were unrequited

she loved on and on

Unaware of the future that flickered ahead

The Moon slowly got close

but time wasn't in their favour

Like the melting of a candle with the blazing heat of what it owned

The Moon slowly melted

Because the Sun was emotionless
blazing through the sky

he had no place for her in his solid heart

But she craved and craved
and slowly vanished

Because time wasn't in their favour

But one can sacrifice for love if it's true

Even if it's themselves

Because that's the beauty of love, the undeniable truth.

But in this strange little love story,

The Sun is a she.

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