Bea is an amateur writer who drinks too much coffee and reads way too many romance novels.
Fly me to the moon
And leave me there
I'd make my home in its craters
And revel in all of its imperfections
I'd bury my thoughts in its cracks
And grow my dreams in barren soil
I'd pick the neighboring stars
And fashion a glittering dress
I'd dance on zero gravity
And throw rocks at the sun
I'd send you shooting stars
And wish you to be happy
I'd be alone, I'd be lonely
Oh, but wouldn't it be nice to be free?
So fly me to the moon, love
And leave me there.
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