I've danced with the reaper
For most of my life.
Not fearing death,
Or scared by his scythe.
An angel and the reaper
Dancing toe to toe.
Both very lonely creatures
With no where to go.
The reaper would always
Sit with me while I'd cry,
And he took my hand
One to many times.
I would do as I please
While he led the way.
One day he will take me,
And that might be today.
An angel and her reaper
To close for anyone to know.
The last time I see my reaper
Will be the day that I go.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
