Missing Soul
As my life goes on, I stay the same. As years go by I live another day. My life will never change, because I had sold my soul. To save a friend who had met the end. The devil was calling to him as I wept. To save his life I had to bring mine to an end. Now as I stay wandering this earth for my life. I watch my love live his. He has a beautiful wife and a daughter named Cisily. Just like me. I spend days watching him and loving him. Yet he never knew all the love I had for him.
Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
