DeathA Poem by ♥ Ari Skye ♥
Like an unknown force
that picks the time. There are no tickets there are no lines. You cannot fight it you can't change its mind. It will pick up your soul with no reason why. It has no feelings it does not cry. It sounds cold it sounds cruel but this is the truth. This is how death comes to collect you. © 6-12-16 by Ashley Nicole Nordyke © 2016 ♥ Ari Skye ♥ |
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2 Reviews Added on June 13, 2016 Last Updated on June 13, 2016 Author♥ Ari Skye ♥Cameron, MOAboutHi there! I'm Ari! ♥ A member of NSCS (National Society of Collegiate Scholars) and Alpha Sigma Pi. I graduated with a BA in English in 2019. Studied Psychology at UoPX, and am currently a Ma.. more..Writing
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