I sold my soul to the devil
Told me I could do no better
He fucked me over well
Said I would go straight to hell
No point this world to dwell
My soul was unworthy, he could tell
All
I
Want-ed
Was
A
Lov-ing
Kiss
One
That
Ling-ers
Just Like
T h i s
I gave my soul to a lonely man
He said he would take what he can
Kissed my words from my mouth
Before he spat them straight back out
Then he gave my soul right back
Told me it had turned too black
All
I
Want-ed
Was
A
Lov-ing
Kiss
One
That
Ling-ers
Just
Like
T h i s
I offered my soul to a broken nation
Pleaded for redemption and salvation
They decided to put me in a cage
As I begged and pleaded to end my days
They watched my blood spill on the floor
Until at last I was no more
All
I
Want-ed
Was
A
Lov-ing
Kiss
One
That
Ling-ers
Just
Like
T h i s
They threw my body on to a fire
From ashes to ashes they burned my desire
Into the dirt my particles fell
But my soul rose forth and did not go to hell
It wrote in the clouds and it wrote on the sea
My soul was forgiven and forgiveness was free
All
I
Want-ed
Was
A
Lov-ing
Kiss
One
That
Ling-ers
Just
Like
T h i s
I kissed the ocean and I kissed the sky
Who would have thought this soul would fly?
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don't really know anything about me, you or them A hundred lines raced through my head last night. This poem lingered. I imagine it's unpleasant.
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Comments5
sylviasearcher,
A Superb write...to say the least!
Great structure!
The message...
loud and clear;
but best of all...
THE ENDING!
My first read of the day! Awesome!
“I kissed the ocean and I kissed the sky”...
That soul will keep on flying higher and higher!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. You are so kind. The ending came as a surprise to me! There's hope yet!
Yes, indeed...
there’s always hope!😊
This needs music to it....this is so exquisite and on point
Thanks whispering quill.
Do you play any instruments?
I play the drums badly.
Could a drum beat work?
Most definitely
anything added to this will suffice
After one hears it
the writer may be inspired to add more
What do you mean?
As in any kind of instrument
I meant 'after one hears it the writer will be inspired to write more '
Who is the writer? The writer inside people, the author?
I sometimes need things spelling out! Sorry!
You
The writer
It's lyrical
You got a hook and everything
Yeah I feel some of my poems are sometimes.
I'm an accidental poet. I started writing stories. I'm not very good at poetry. But I think I'm okay at writing stories. I'm eclectic too. Except for horror. I leave that to my aspie son!
Great structure - great read Sylvia.
❤️
like a stick of Brighton rock... this poem has a clear message running right through its central core.. clean and fresh with a minty aftertaste I so enjoy on frosty days like these..... N
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