ed sheeran
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A/N: I wrote this when I was like 14, and I thought it was HILARIOUS, so I'm sharing it now, especially because I'm turning 18 this October.
I wish I was 18, or at least 23
There is no silence, I will keep following the sirens
I can't breathe
At least, I don't feel like I can
I don't know why
Tin wind chimes used for doorbells
Ed has a soul made of wisps of love and kisses.
His hair is a fiery orange making +’s and x’s as they cross.
Sheeran is his last name because a she always runs in his songs.
Alas,
Through the gentle haze
Of the computer screen that separates
I see thy perfect face.
The quaft hair,
Of fiery orange,
Perfectly perched
Atop thine head.
