Will this be moon love, nothing but moon love,. Will you be gone when the dawn comes stealing through?. Are these just moon dreams, grand while the moon beams?.
Will this be moon love. Nothing but moon love. Will you be gone when the dawn comes stealing through. Are these just moon dreams. Grand while the moon beams.
My heart is a flower,. Budding, blooming, dripping dew,. Dropping petals all over the place,. Making a big hopeless mess,. Stinking things up,. Waiting for someone to come over and suck the pollen out of me,.