My Awesome Poems (Poetry)

Death

Death, this is our game that we play.
You mold everyone like they're a piece of clay.

You and I can not touch each other.
It did not even hurt when you took my mother.

But now you have changed me.
I feel for others and you are no longer my enemy.

Even if you are an old friend of mine,
Every time you steal someone I care for a cold chill runs down my spine.

So why do I still forgive you after all you've done?
I will be the winner, I will be the only one.

The game that you have put me on.
Is the same as the challenges from before that you have placed me upon.

People called me crazy for claiming you my friend.
But when I need you you are there to attend.

And I know that you try so much.
But I am the girl you cannot touch.