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  Mar 2016 Needa Lim
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He doesn't realise...
The weight of his actions and words that pummel her to the ground.
Beating her down for every time she rises up to undo his ropes with which she's bound.

He doesn't see...
Past the darkened lenses that she dons.
She wears them,
not to shield her pride that was wrongfully taken,
but to protect him from the repercussions that would come with accusatory speculations.

He doesn't know...
Of the soaked pillow that accompanied her.
The rivulets of tears...
She had quietly shed without a whimper.

He doesn't hear...
The silent altercation between the treasure that beats in her chest and the thing that thinks in her head.
The struggle that ensues when the mind tries to rescind what the heart had wholly given and carelessly said.

He doesn't care...
To think of the devastating waves that come.
Only to erode the last bastion of hope she nurtures...
This frail wall that she prays for nightly.
Just so that it would hold up through another day's endeavour.

He doesn't feel...
The need for empathy.
For he thinks that he's god with one devout follower.
He commands her loyalty with his deluded testaments
and his fists as sceptre.

She doesn't live...
To see future suns.
For her day finally set when it all came down.
The wall she had feebly held together with her life...
Easily gave way when he came at her armed with a knife.

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Needa Lim Mar 2016
She has an oval face
Round big eyes
Sharp nose with pretty lips

Nice feature of a face
When asked,
She got it from her dad

Soon she turned eighteen
Longed for beauty
She slaps powders on her face

Boys drawn to her beauty
She loved attention
Layers of powders gain it more

She stared into the mirror
Wondering who,
Is the girl beneath that powders

Too late to turn back
Her face,
Turned into a canvas

Whose face lose identity
Without paints
Ain't beauty in a plain canvas

Why hide beneath the powder
When you,
Could be beautiful through Him?
Needa Lim Mar 2016
Do not try to hold my gaze,  deer

I won't sit still, I would stiffened


I'd tensed my muscles


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I'd devour you


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I'd stay in the cold


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I love solitude


Haven't you heard, my deer?


I have a frozen heart.

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