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lei May 2017
of all the light the world has ever touched,
she was the one that was always missed.

she embodies the life of a true star,
one that shines for millions of years
and billions of miles away.
for kyw.
lei Apr 2017
we run and run
through the spotlights
under the street lamps
and the trials of what is yet to come.

you and i have gone a long way:
you were there when the girl who
first stole my heart
had shared a milkshake on
red leather seats,
and when the same girl left
without me
after paying her bill.

the night is young,
our neighbors are nowhere but in the land
that their heads paint as they sleep;
you and i become artists of the sidewalks and
the rough concrete.

we leave our mark.

"long live the thieves of the street."
inspired by "first love that came to be in diners and friendship that thrived on the streets"
lei Apr 2017
this boy, they say,
contained specks of stardust in his eyes.

he has an infinite potential;
just like the sun,
he starts the day with gentle light
and a warmth that no other human
can ever posses.

i often wonder if he ever feels alone,
if he ever feels troubled,
if he ever misses his home.

not once did i see a fraction of sadness
and sorrow
in his sunrise eyes.

i hope he knows
that he can give the world so much
more than he can think of.

i hope the cameras don't take away
the transparency of his innocent heart.
because the light can only shine the brightest when it's dark.
happy birthday, mingyu.
lei Mar 2017
i know you haven't heard
those four letters recently.

but i promise that if kind
was a human,
he'd take his form as you.

you never ceased being
the light in the middle of a dark tunnel.

thank you for being that phrase of hope amongst all the sentences
of negativity.

though our journey together
has had its times of separate roads,
i assure you that my path will always
find its way back to your warmth.
i know this is probably not the art you were hoping for, but i hope it still makes the cut.

happy birthday, mike.
lei Mar 2017
the night is not that young
but if given the chance to be with you
then this night would turn into eternity.
lei Mar 2017
she loved him too hard
she forgot how to thread letters
into words that others could comprehend.
for jww.
lei Mar 2017
maybe it had been written in the stars
that there would once be a girl
who loved a boy
who was slowly growing into
a constellation.

the girl waits and waits and waits
for a sign that this love she has nurtured
would soon ripen with age
and find its way
before the boy turns into a blinding star.
for jww.
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