do you think you can predict a death through your writing of poems starting from years before?

i would write poems when i was younger and still do sometimes but especially starting two years ago i would just write and it wouldnt be about me or anything i had been through but about a girl and i would describe as if i knew her and would say things that she had done. my parents were nosy and always thought i was talking about myself but most of what i had written down were just words that came to my head and formed into a ryme. its like my hand was writing but i wasnt thinking through it. i would write about how she died and about how if she kept doing the things she did she would eventually die. i also knew she had black hair and green eyes. one day i was feeling so weird about this thing that i drew out the map of a house in my mind and taht she died in the bathroom. then i started having daydreams or visions i guess you could call it and i would see her face with blood around it and i would see her green eyes and she would be stabbed. the story i had come up in my mind of this vision was what would make me cry the most because i would think that this girl had been through alot and she had a secret life which is why she was killed. and that her family had no idea that she was doing the things she was at night but now that shes dead they know. i also had in my mind that at first it seemed like a suicide but and it seemed so sad to me but i had no idea why i was having these feelings.... until i met her. She had lived down my street and i had never met her until then but it was like the more i hung out with her the more she seemed like the girl in my stories. I started to sense death when i was around her and i was always with her and i felt like i was going to die. then i went back to something i had written a year and a half ago and it was a twisted childhood poem i had written and it brough back my memories of the girl with blood around her it said she was stabbed to death and that it was because she was playing a game of life or death but didnt realize it. she just thought it was win or lose. i prayed after this because i do believe in God and i thought that i was going to die still because of my senses being so out of control and tingly all the time around her. the next week she was stabbed to death and i feel like i should have known because my senses of death were so strong that week but at first i thought i was just being paranoid and putting to much together but now that i keep looking at it its driving me crazy. like i knew but didnt try hard enough to save her.