No Soul To Sell
No soul to sell
Nor new tale to tell
Taken by a lover
To do with, whatever.
My stories not new
Payment in leu
Picture, lonely man, stooped, stopped on pavement.
No mistake, I'm no saint.
Not a tale of woe
But seeds did sow
Of a lovers trust
A daggers thrust.
A story of intensity
Of damage immensely
Of a love now past
That did not last.
Abandoned with a sigh
To leave you to die.
A tale I tell
Of a lifelong spell.
poem by Robert Green
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