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Jun 2015 · 390
universe
Wei Ling Jun 2015
the universe is nothing
but a vast of black sky,
sprinkled with tiny dots of light
called stars
Feb 2015 · 368
the broken girl
Wei Ling Feb 2015
they say love is
butterflies in your stomach,
fluttering heart when you see him,
smiling uncontrollably for no reason,
feeling safe in his arms

but today i witnessed her break down,
wailing out loud uncontrollably,
her shoulders shaking from sobbing so hard,
lips quivering with effort to stop crying

the light that was once in her eyes dimmed
now replaced with the look of utter betrayal
of all the lies and broken promises.
she speaks of suicide
in such a broken tone i never heard before
it scares me

it's hard to believe
the now tear-stained cheeks
were once glowing radiantly
it breaks my heart
to see the once cheerful girl
being shattered into pieces
Jan 2015 · 340
one of those nights
Wei Ling Jan 2015
tonight is one of those nights
where the music isn't loud enough
to drown out your noisy thoughts;
where even your favourite book
doesn't bring you comfort

tonight is one of those nights
that i'm fighting to stay afloat,
but i am drowning deeper and deeper
and i long to breathe
Jan 2015 · 299
the irony
Wei Ling Jan 2015
it's an irony how
slashing your wrists
numbs your pain;
how the loud booming music
is the only thing
that makes your thoughts
go silent;
how you keep things to yourself,
yet expect others to know your thoughts
fictitious piece
Dec 2014 · 474
our story
Wei Ling Dec 2014
in a crowded hallway,
i dropped my books
you picked them up for me
and i said "thanks"
that's how we met

by chance or fate
we'd bump into each other frequently
and we started to greet each other with a smile
we exchanged numbers
and started hanging out together
that's how we became close

one day, at 2am
we were laying under the stars
and laughing at something one of us said
you suddenly turned to look at me,
with admiration reflecting in your eyes
that's how i know you loved me

two months later
we were sitting on a park bench
i said "i love you"
but instead of saying it back
you turned away
and that's when i knew i lost you
intended as a piece of fiction
Dec 2014 · 429
pretty
Wei Ling Dec 2014
you say you're insecure about your looks
but let me tell you that
you're the kind of pretty that makes heads turn
the kind that have guys falling over themselves to please you
the kind of pretty that makes girls jealous
the kind that lowers self esteem
the kind that makes me mad when you say you're not pretty
because you're the kind of pretty
that makes me hate myself
every time i look into the mirror
Dec 2014 · 318
tell me again
Wei Ling Dec 2014
tell me again,
how does it feel to have someone love you back?
how does it feel
when he kisses your forehead,
when he does silly little things just to see you smile,
when he bares his heart to no one else but you
tell me again
how incredibly blessed you are
at least hearing it will soothe my soul,
that i will not remain unloved forever
Dec 2014 · 734
beauty
Wei Ling Dec 2014
like a new adult butterfly, you emerged from your chrysalis;
you spread your wings,
ready to begin a new life
you were so full of energy and passion for everything around you
you were beautiful,
but not enough; it's never enough
because darling,
beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder
beauty has become a standard shape, a standard size
but beauty is intangible,
and how can you compare two butterflies
who are completely different in their own ways?
Nov 2014 · 498
"just fine"
Wei Ling Nov 2014
there is a girl sitting alone by the sidewalk
hunched shoulders, empty look, motionless
the look of utter defeat
you can almost feel the sadness radiating off her
but don't ask her if she's okay
she will say "i'm fine"
but that's all she will ever be-- just fine
Nov 2014 · 548
the misfit
Wei Ling Nov 2014
when you look at a crowd of people,
please take notice of the girl standing quietly by the side
you will see her smiling as the others are having fun

if you look closely enough
you will see the sadness reflecting in her eyes,
the trembling smile that threatens to drop
but before you can catch another glimpse of her falter,
you will see that she has already regained her composure
and for a moment you might think
"my eyes are playing tricks on me"
that she is fine and happy

if you look closely enough
you might just see the truth
you might just hear all the unspoken words;
the silent plea to be understood
sorry it's a little rough and disorganized

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