Fly Me to the Moon

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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