2 Poems

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.