Pools of us.

If I would put green in my grey, I would have green in grey days again.
Happiness would steep curiously, a roam of far away would have seen that.
Absolute pools of us have coloured a lovely seam in rims of you and I and them have stayed.
Round round the salts have come and eschewed a past traced over, all that was of the song, all that I said was
"you could have prevented this, you could have prevented this...