Amanda Swindahl Poems
|4.||Battle Ground Rekindled||2/10/2008|
|7.||This And That||2/10/2008|
|9.||Stitches Without Mending||2/10/2008|
|15.||Lost In Ideal Perfection||3/30/2007|
|17.||Butterflies In Earthquakes||2/10/2008|
|19.||Wick And A Flame||5/17/2010|
Written by: Amanda Swindahl
Little girl with dark hair, and freckles.
Little girl, I wont forget her.
Little girl so brave.
In my heart you are engraved,
these memories ill take to the grave.
Little girl was always there.
Little girl just down the street,
Little girl moved away,
I watched the moving van roll down your driveway,
I turned back around to chase you,
Little girl I missed you,
Little girl it hurt so much.
Little girl I cried tears that fell like broken glass,
Where were you, I ...
Dear heaven, you can wait. If ever I could fall like the rain, pour down with grace, and find a way to let loose, dilute these wounds, and flood these scars. Dear heaven you can wait, If ever I could find a way to mute the thunder, and pause that moment where it all came crashing down. If ever I could silence the smoke, that awful smell I woke to.