That Little Shed

That little shed you'd creep into
those late calls you'd stay pinned to
without realizing how lost you were in pursuit
or hearts you hurt before commute.

That little shed you'd drink in to forget
the problems you dread, and hope to shed
your memories from the grape vine that made no wine
relationships drowning and you're barely floating

That little shed have some peace
that little she to just release 
the pain you want to cease
the one that makes you feel deceased

But in reality its just a shed
one that holds no lead
nor is greater than a kitchen stool
no, its just a shed with some tools