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Sheryl Barison Poems
Why Should I?
its sounds like frolic, chances brought our destiny together. a wrong turn, holding you
Hon, i love you. No need to change. The day i gave you my word I am prepared facing
How Can I?
Tell me how I can forget Memories we shared If still in silence Your voice will be heard
I Miss You
Oh hon you'll never know How much I miss you Every time you go
If I Could Turn Back Time
If I could turn back time, I will not walk to the path we meet. To avoid the circumstances of knowing you, So I would not waste my tears again falling for a nonsense feeling.
I cursed love for giving me pain I hate to trust for fooling me again I must be an idiot Permitting you to hurt my feelings.
A Silent Cry
Another mournful night Dawn is still too far to break The power of darkness scattered No one will be heard but a cry
Fearless, Willing to go beyond all risk. The feeling was so strong, dignified Just for the one i feel in love.
Thank God I Found You
Am falling in love with you The moment we have met. I don’t know why And how did it happen.
Even though I miss you I won't draw myself to you. I know where to stand on Between mind and emotion.
We could never deny our feelings. Though in their eyes we forsaken, The love still remain. Mistakes as they always say.
How Deep Is Your Love
I know you love me But how long it would take Does it last forever Or it will soon be over
Have i ever told you This feeling i had? I was deeply hurt By the pain you made.
I'm afraid in dark ever since. I feel like someone would grab me. I imagine the face; So terrifying, so scared.
Comments about Sheryl Barison
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Why Should I?
its sounds like frolic,
chances brought our destiny together.
a wrong turn,
even letting you go.
who was really to blame?
why heaven let this feeling
to be shared,
to be cared?