Death

Death is like a long lost friend
Slowly trying to grab you hand

Every time you look away
He always sneaks up and wants to play

He tries to follow you as you go
Creeping on his tippy toes

Wherever you go he shall follow
As if he is a deathly hollow

No matter how fast you try to run you'll never make it

Death is your road you can't escape it.

Death is like a long lost friend
Slowly trying to grab your hand

Then the time you decide to play.......

You can never run away.........





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Atrissa This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 5:48 pm
and i love this one too! why didnt you ever show these to mee?!?! :)
 
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