Poems from Sence
Leaving Home is easier than you might think
You pack your belongings and say your goodbyes
Then you get in your and drive.
It's the not...
18 years of smiles,
18 years of tears,
18 years of mysteries still unsloved,
18 wishes in 18 candles,
No longer young and naive,
but older...
What is reality?
Is it something we live,
Or something we dream?
Is it black and white?
Or full of grays?
How do we know that this is...