Biography of Andrea Szyhowski
I'm an unname person, with an unknown heart.
I live outside the pain, but without love.
I love to love and I hate to hate,
Though you can say
You love to hate and hate to love.
Andrea Szyhowski's Works:
Andrea Szyhowski Poems
When She Was Lost
On the most sunniest day of the year, On the most brightest day of the month, On the most hottest day of the week, A little girl was in the middle of the park.
Change within me, Hurt like a bee. Change within you,
Dreams (Just For Broken Hearts)
A time when dreams were free, A time when we believed, A time ago to you, Is just right now to me.
Lost Love-New Beginning
The love of hope and dreams forgotten, The scars of what was never meant to be remain, The truth of this lost love turned into a lie, The lost love last good-bye.
My thoughts are of my own. Little thoughts, I can be a hero, Sailor Scout, Magical Being, Loved by All.
Stained Glass Masquerade (Words To The S...
Is there anyone that fails, Is there anyone that falls, Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small.
Sick And Twisted World
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted, The guy who is like my brother I love, The guy who I have grown to love I've known so long.
What She Did
She got out of the shower, And not in the passing of an hour, Tears walked down her face, She tried to tie them up like lace.
I have good and bad, some happy and some sad. but why not the memory of you. Just take away this blue!
Tree (This Is My First Poem)
In my mind I see a tree. The higher I climb, the closer to you I get. But at a point,
There was a little girl here, she was so kind and so dear. In her heart she started to wake, but once she rised an age she quake.
Light Of Love
We went by night, looking for light. My light was you, until you went blue.
Hopes make the world look gold, or that is what I've been told. Hopes make the world go round, to bad we're on the ground.
A Lost Good-Bye
We fight, argue, and then we get along. As time goes by our bond grows strong. My words you may never know For it was you time to go.
What can we see by our eyes?
Colors, Friends, People, or animles?
I wish to see what is Unseen,
because that is what is real to me.
What can you see?
Did I list it?
To most the unseen is not there,
to few it is,
to few it is here like you and I.