Poems

An organized way of putting all my poems in one. [cover is not mine, it was found on Instagram @ mariloubiz]

His Hand

When her future approached, like a ton of bricks trying to weigh her down, she knew that she would have to let go of what she had started. She would be moving to another country, to continue her studies, beginning a whole new life on a new continent. Would that mean that she had no choice to let his hand go? With th...

Everywhere I Go

I've traveled the world a million times, but my mind always comes back to you. Why?