Poems from Sharmaaman62

Life is freedom, life is choice, or so we're always told. Life is choosing right from wrong, From being young to being old.
My sorrow Like a tidal wave of pain, Pounding me so hard Its difficult to stay sane
Those curly Ramparts over her ears. Hiding the heart of her soul.... Making her lovers die in dispair
SITTING ON THE WINDOW SILL,TRYING TEXTING YOU. THERE'S A LITTLE DRIZZLE OUT THERE REMINDING OF YOU