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
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.
Hurt like a bee.
Change within you,
A time when we believed,
A time ago to you,
Is just right now to me.
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.
I can be a hero, Sailor Scout, Magical Being, Loved by All.
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.
Hopes lead me to you, who lead me to hope,
but my life was on a high stope.
Hopes gave me one wish,
and down I look-ish.
Hopes hold no pain,
so there is no rain.