Bed Of Roses

I was talking to the moon last night and the moon was talking about the sun and i told him something about you. I told him how you'd stay awake with me at nights and solve all my problems. i told him how i fell in love with you despite knowing how love ends well for me. I told him how your voice sounds like a melody to me and puts me to haze even on your worst days. I told him how the distance between us was something that would eventually erase and one day I'd be on the bed while you'd prepare breakfast for us. I told him how much i hate children but I'd love to see a mini you with your eyes and nose. I told him how much I'd love to have a picture of us hanging in the hall while we're striking weird poses. I told him how I'd just be happy if you gave me a single flower cause your arms would feel like a bed of roses.