
i sold half my soul for gold;
with this gold
i bought us truce and her things.
now i don't have her nor the gold -
my soul's near death
by the weeping springs
but take heart!
our souls can grow anew -
sprout new leaves and wings
all that which they require
are fresh hope with promises
of love and rich expectations.
i sold half my soul for gold
~noxalio~
2 comments:
.. yeah.. the human nature :)
s, yes, what else is there except for what's ahead, eh?
noxy.
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