i sold half my soul for gold

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~