Sharmila Martin Poems
|1.||Questions Of The Mind||3/27/2006|
|4.||Love And Me||6/9/2006|
|5.||Thoughts And Questions That Never End||6/15/2006|
|6.||Happiness Has Come For Today||6/16/2006|
|7.||Love Making Why Am I Faking?||6/24/2006|
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Oh my what is that I see but a open window before me.
As I pass I couldn't help but to see the open window for
all to see.
I couldn't help but to stop for the sight I saw
made me come to a halt. A family of three sat without
knowledge of me. The voyeur in me just wouldn't let me
be. My heart raced but I could not turn my face for in
the family of three there was one person whom seemed
out of place who is she filling that space.
In that next moment before I could move from my space
the person whom was out of place met the view of my face,