Willful

She walks around like a ghostly figure
Wishing for her own demise
No desire to live her life to the fullest
As if it was by mistake that she happened upon this earth

She pushes her life to the limit
Wishing death to claim her if he may
But even that request falls on deaf ears
For death has no claim over her life

What makes such a person lose all hope
To cease to exist in this lifetime
If only I could take a peak into her brain
Perhaps I might gain some understanding

Likely a vague insight into her being
A fleeting wish to live, maybe
For now I'll treat her with empathy
This shadowy figure might retreat no more

Skeptic

She said "hello" and "welcome"

She wished this our home will become

She had a bit of a wild look in her eye

Was it excitement or insanity?

She flashed her pearly whites

As she clasped my hand so tight

And said ever so softly

"This here is meant for you"

I never held hands so small

Or experienced His plan so vividly

For in her hand was a piece of poetry

Sent from the lover of my soul!

...to be continued