Poems from BCHaut

A theatre major, Spanish minor, and amateur poet.
Let them go let them go let them go let them go:   Hope and all her homeless friends.   They try to fly to the moon, always earthbound by...
A side-street district sleeps to the beat of the heated city streets Where the dirt on the windows can’t even be seen Where the shades of...
Dust me off and take me for a spin I begin to feel you here again Maybe I will cross your mind when autumn comes Or just become a face of...