The song in the mediabox is Take Care by Drake feat. Rihanna.
A/N: Before you dive into the chapter I wanted to share with you what has got to be the most beautiful poem I've ever had the pleasure. Thank you so much @HMBrownie for sending it to me. You're the best!
The sun and the moon
Two very different things,
Someone once said.
But how can one work
If the other is dead?
The moon only shines
From the sun's light.
He shines for her,
Gathering every star in the night
And hoping it will be enough
For her to take flight.
The sun and the moon
Are a balancing act
You see,
A bond formed like a pact
To never let it go,
Never asking how could he?
Nor how could she?
The sun and the moon
The moon and the sun
Very together
Yet very apart,
Once everything's done.
I guess you could say
It's a form of art.
Maybe they were meant to burn
Right from the start.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
It was the light that warmed
The cold in their hearts.
The sun and the moon
Their story will become a nightly tale,
Where they fell in love,
And never let it prevail.
The sun and the moon,
A tragedy
Someone once said.
As different as heaven
And hell.
A love that only ends
Once you are dead.
But I see it as blissful,
I see it as gracious.
For how could one work without the other?
How could one tend for another?
The sun and the moon
So beautiful you see.
Working like the seed to a tree,
Or honey to a bee.
The sun and the moon
Offer to us hope
So help her finish the meal soon
Instead of tying the rope.
A tragedy,
Maybe,
But also a miracle,
Maybe.
Because what else is more balanced
Than the sun and the moon?
This poem is just oh my gosh I have no words. This just captures EVERYTHING. This makes me so happy!!!!! Thank you once again @HMBrownie ! You're crazy talented!!
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"Okay which one should I toss, and which one should I keep? Bite Me red or Va Voom purple?" Majesty asked, turning her back to her dresser to show off the two different lipstick shades.
"Keep Va Voom," Kenzie said, glancing up from the nails she was carefully coating with ruby red polish. "Purple looks best against your skin."
"Which makes me very salty," I sighed, stretched out across Majesty's bed. "Purple lipstick looks horrible on me."
"It doesn't look horrible," Majesty shook her head, tossing the red lipstick in the growing mountain of discards and setting the purple lipstick back down on her dresser.
"Yes it does," Kenzie laughed. "Remember that one time she tried it out? She ended up looking like an undead princess bride, and not even the good kind."
Majesty snorted and quickly turned away, lowering her head to hide the fact that she was undoubtedly laughing at the frightening three year old memory.
"Both of you can go straight to Hell," I rolled my eyes.
"My seat is already reserved," Kenzie smiled, looking back down at her nails. "Right next to Satan himself."
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