A poem—
even with the
prettiest words
i couldn’t describe you
the way you should be.
Feeling Blue—
I want words to come out of my mouth
Like tears welling from my eyes,
I want them to bleed
Like a blue-heart bleeding sun.
It seems there have been enough storms
To fill up the sea,
The boat is ready to sail
Under petal rain.
Blue flame wants to be
A shooting star now.
Writer's bio:
Kailasha (she/her) is a second-year literature student, born in Belgium, but has spent most of her life in China until moving to England a couple of years ago. She enjoys writing a lot, and hopes the resonance of words will make her writing reach and connect with others.
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