So I wrote this out of nowhere, for fun. here we go. I've spoken with death smelled the stench of his foul breath. I asked him if he would but please take me away, but he said today was not my day. He told me to keep living life to grow old, and have a wife. But I said that wasn't for me So instead It was I who took away he. I don't really like the ending, but I couldn't think of anything else. Please give me feedback.
Endings are tough sometimes ! heres one I wrote that kind of proves that point : At the writing of verse I am not deft, I always end up with something left, over !