i could Wander the world
take a dive in the deep
colour a circle
let it cry me to sleep
as i dream in the dark
of how we used to weep
with laughter not lies
that we tell and keep
if thats what it takes to make you
happy
i could sing you a song
about this fate that i face
and id hum you a harmony
with nothing to chase
down my despair
with some lemon to suckle
in a salted shot glass
from the bottom of the bottle
then i guess you would be
happy with him
instead of me
So this is again another old poem draft I found, written while listening to Ed Sheeran's Divide album too, it was fun, but also completely fictional.