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|
Comments about Amanda Swindahl
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 ...
Ignite these Feelings; here comes the flame,
ready to manipulate its every move,
Ageing on a wick, but it dances without boundaries.
Tell the tears to feel no pain, the secrets and no shame.
You tried to protect me, and you only hurt me.
Lies that burn kindle the spirit,
The truth that lives in the melted whisper of the burning heart,
burning in lies.