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[mistyllspoetry]

To tell a story I sold my soul.

Free the mind.

Circle to truth a failed

promise to give a birth

divine.



As sweet as a dove

flying to Heaven near

a rainy day I hold onto

comfort I'm gaining faith.



Amazing grace.

Faithful sun.

A lust for the moon

shining down poetry

madness.



I could give you silence

but I choose to go without

a warm summer day of

distant stay.



Safe in the arms of prayer.

Sacred to a dying rose.

Sinful to the bitter end

casting shadows for

a friendly ghost.



You are a disease

leaning on a tree

from winter's kiss.

You are death

to these lips of

memory.



To tell a story short

I sold my soul to gold

and silver was left

shining promised

and told.



Words of birth.

Change of time.

Chained together to

the grave in knots.

The laughter is bruised

shattered crispy clean

instant tongue.



Gold and silver star

embracing a self righteous

mind's blinded eye.

Vision of freedom.

Slash of cane.



Sitting false in wanna

be yellow jacket midnight

pain.

Vain celtic cross.

Light of eternity's

tunnel to save.



To tell a story

all is black like

the life's door

to death.

[erikestabrook]

very cool mystill,

I'm not sure if you made it absolutely believable that you did sell your soul,
but this had good verses