I hid my true love in
graveyard dirt
under the white willow
catching the coy wind

they said my words had to
sound sweet as ****** breath
to lure him to my *******

I had to bring my  
lover thru the fire
as death was my cupid

We were uncertain
ghosts caught between
time and space
caged by blue moon
dreams and pretty
things that haunt
thru the night