<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171</id><updated>2011-10-02T07:48:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind got my heart trapped in.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-2247042772283732710</id><published>2010-02-03T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:21:13.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Vs Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how can the heart &amp;amp; mind feel totally opposite about a sitatuation almost as if your mind knows better than what your heart does even tho our mind are more concious then our hearts we subconsiously always "follow our hearts" but in the end we sometimes realize that our hearts can steer us the wrong way when emotions get involved, &amp;amp; even then our mind STILL knows whats right but there is not a way of communicating what we know is right and what we feel is right. so if we dont wanna listen to our minds and follow our hearts , what is the right thing to do .doesnt it feel like no matter how much thinking we do or what we choose to follow some way or some how its not what we really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is a poem i found that i can relate to i didnt write it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but it seemed to go hand in hand with what i wrote above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a little while there,My emotions were all messed up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've found some closure,And my mind and heart made up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind knew the whole while,That nothing would come to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It knew it was a spurt of time,Before you would be a memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart on the other hand,Never cared about the facts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It knew you that would leave,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But was still waiting for you to come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart would not take the hint,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though my mind was telling the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart had decided,It was going to wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took a lot of convincing,On my mind's behalf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make my heart realize,That you were not coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart started to accept it,But then you popped back in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind versus my heart,The battle starts again in strife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the war between the two,Went on for a little while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My physical being paid for it,I never used to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure how it happened,But now everything is alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind and heart came to terms,Trust me, it was a fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart has finally realized,To put it's feelings to an end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart now has the power,To now think of you as friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind had to make a sacrifice,To help my heart along it's way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind had to agree,That one day things may change.A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;s hard as my heart is fighting,My mind won't let it love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My inner turmoil is over,My heart is now locked in a steel glove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Lilsnob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-2247042772283732710?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/2247042772283732710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2010/02/mind-vs-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/2247042772283732710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/2247042772283732710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2010/02/mind-vs-heart.html' title='Mind Vs Heart'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-3058793867285090408</id><published>2010-01-07T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:14:33.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Never" - By : Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take me places; i never been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a one on one strole down the oceans shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me things that i have never heard before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like trish i cant get enough of you; all i want is more more more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Show me things that i never seen before; like the hiddin secrets of an old told Folklore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kiss me like you’ve never want to stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a flood with consistent rain drops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love me like you’ve never loved before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like the pain in your hurt you just cant ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Need me like you never needed, the way you need a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To put the pieces of your heart together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you found out your spouse has cheated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But theres just one thing I never need you to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that’s hurt me the way she hurt you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-3058793867285090408?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/3058793867285090408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-by-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/3058793867285090408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/3058793867285090408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-by-myself.html' title='&quot;Never&quot; - By : Myself'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-6157276924059714938</id><published>2009-11-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:02:37.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Romeo &amp; Juliet" - Written by: Justin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a beautiful peom written by a friend of mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fell inlove with this poem not only cause i lovee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the story of Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, but the words are so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;powerful and captivating, hope you guys enjoy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;support his music:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www,myspace.com/ashesmindandlyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www,myspace.com/ashesmindandlyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ashesmusic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.twitter.com/ashesmusic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMEO &amp;amp; JULIET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this juliet was bleeding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her soul's bright fire dim&lt;br /&gt;in a life of sorrows&lt;br /&gt;it was sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;on the shore she saw him&lt;br /&gt;a romeo, prince of the night&lt;br /&gt;against all odds she reached out&lt;br /&gt;and turned from garish light&lt;br /&gt;then he pulled her from the tide&lt;br /&gt;saved the dying maid&lt;br /&gt;she afraid to love him&lt;br /&gt;and yet by her side he stayed&lt;br /&gt;with blind faith she followed&lt;br /&gt;into his shadow she fell&lt;br /&gt;seduced by black and velvet&lt;br /&gt;drunk of passion's spell&lt;br /&gt;a day spent long in bliss&lt;br /&gt;a moment meant so much&lt;br /&gt;and no more was this juliet&lt;br /&gt;starved from love's sweet touch&lt;br /&gt;then the darkness overcame&lt;br /&gt;in silence he left her there&lt;br /&gt;never saw her tears fall&lt;br /&gt;or heard her heartstrings tear&lt;br /&gt;left alone in pain&lt;br /&gt;once again she did bleed&lt;br /&gt;shackled by other's power&lt;br /&gt;longing to be freed&lt;br /&gt;once again, yet time was short&lt;br /&gt;in twisted fate they met&lt;br /&gt;in shaded seconds spent together&lt;br /&gt;yet no where did they get&lt;br /&gt;again ripped apart by time&lt;br /&gt;and distance seals the fate&lt;br /&gt;now all this juilet feels&lt;br /&gt;is pain, despair, and hate&lt;br /&gt;she cries without a tear shed&lt;br /&gt;she lives without a soul&lt;br /&gt;she curses the one she loves now&lt;br /&gt;for everything he stole&lt;br /&gt;'I love you' she did long to hear&lt;br /&gt;but these were words he never said&lt;br /&gt;and now this juliet lays weeping&lt;br /&gt;and wishes she were dead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-6157276924059714938?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/6157276924059714938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/11/romeo-juliet-written-by-justin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/6157276924059714938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/6157276924059714938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/11/romeo-juliet-written-by-justin.html' title='&quot;Romeo &amp; Juliet&quot; - Written by: Justin'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-8680084046539850334</id><published>2009-11-01T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:27:45.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Bloodlines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thank god for the poetic blood that runs through my viens, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause at times when there's not an ear to hear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i step into the isolated world where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my pen becomes the speaker and my paper becomes the listener &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything becomes more clearer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i am no longer mis-understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/8680084046539850334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/8680084046539850334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetic-bloodlines.html' title='Poetic Bloodlines.'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-7907778659695811828</id><published>2009-07-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:28:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shouldve Known Better ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SlgWBAuVBuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J8iZdyOLKew/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SlgWBAuVBuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J8iZdyOLKew/s400/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357055963387201250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;when we met it wasnt out of command; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but it definitely was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i couldnt withstand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first layed eyes on yu&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what i was getting myself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldve known better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who wouldve known after the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something i thought was strong could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickly slipaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve known better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the nights we stood up telling each other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our deepest secrets ,&lt;br /&gt;even each others limits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you was afraid,&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid, you wanted love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanted love ;&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me &amp;amp; i wanted yu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but even through all of that ;&lt;br /&gt;yu still dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe what i say is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i let my guard down to let you in ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; to give&lt;br /&gt;what you always wanted..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that "deep love ' n"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldve known better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry if i fell too fast ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but its hard to treat&lt;br /&gt;my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like an outcast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my deep loving was a little bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overwhelming ,&lt;br /&gt;but wasnt that what yu wanted?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least thats how you portrayed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldve known better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then "love" happened &amp;amp; i couldnt controll it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i held those words in until i was ready to submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid that you wouldnt feel the same ;&lt;br /&gt;but shockling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you agreed ; agreed&lt;br /&gt;to feel the type of feelings that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i felt for yu ;&lt;br /&gt;you felt for me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but then things got shakey ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldnt known better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i made the mistake &amp;amp; violated your trust;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i begged for forgiveness &amp;amp; i was honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didnt think that was enough to break what yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;claimed we had, &amp;amp; what i thought we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldve known better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess you deal with things different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but forgiving me you wouldnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanted to be that one girl who you can run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter what, that you can talk to about anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share moments, feel unconditionally loved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you doubted me &amp;amp; stuffed me in that same category.&lt;br /&gt;you would never know that love that i was capable&lt;br /&gt;of giving , that type of love that would&lt;br /&gt;make you feel like your dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i shouldve known better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost like i keep singing yu the same love song&lt;br /&gt;but u aint home , so i guess  u aint tryna hear it&lt;br /&gt;like im screaming from a soundproof booth&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you wont turn around to see my crys.&lt;br /&gt;open your heart up give hope another try.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant keep visiting a home that doesnt want me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i shouldve known better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that if you really loved me you wouldve&lt;br /&gt;been able to feel that i am real just&lt;br /&gt;like the butterflies i get when your&lt;br /&gt;around, i guess u can say that your love&lt;br /&gt;has left me dumbfound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to sum it all up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shouldve known better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than to fall &amp;amp; not get back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--3&lt;/span--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-7907778659695811828?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/7907778659695811828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shouldve-known-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7907778659695811828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7907778659695811828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shouldve-known-better.html' title='I Shouldve Known Better ....'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SlgWBAuVBuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J8iZdyOLKew/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-7482216180185413498</id><published>2009-06-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:20:24.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Movies In 09' So Far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj261/Alcindo_2008/Fev%202009/4192941020A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 448px;" src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj261/Alcindo_2008/Fev%202009/4192941020A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/Skfr2SuIfiI/AAAAAAAAACw/q3heojxSzNg/s1600-h/TransformersWallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/Skfr2SuIfiI/AAAAAAAAACw/q3heojxSzNg/s400/TransformersWallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352506000123919906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have to say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt; are my 2 new FAVORITE movies of 09' if you havent seen these movies you have to go see the ASAP lol i dont want to be a spoiler for the ones who havent seen it ,but if you havent go go go ! lol they are a must see, i can see them again &amp;amp;&amp;amp; once they come out on DVD i have to buy them lol so go see these 2 movies,trust me its worth it ! ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-7482216180185413498?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/7482216180185413498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-movies-in-09-so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7482216180185413498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7482216180185413498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-movies-in-09-so-far.html' title='Top Movies In 09&apos; So Far.'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj261/Alcindo_2008/Fev%202009/th_4192941020A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-1977698957731725278</id><published>2009-06-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:58:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Micheal Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SkfnWcHX1pI/AAAAAAAAACg/fFa4L4o7Nuw/s1600-h/bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SkfnWcHX1pI/AAAAAAAAACg/fFa4L4o7Nuw/s400/bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352501054843377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know im blogging about this sort of late lol, but i want to take my time out to honor Micheal Jackson, he was a phenomenal person, great dancer, great singer, &amp;amp; the list goes on he was practically everyone's idol i am only 18 but i swear to you lol i know ALOT of this man's songs, people laugh when they go in my ipod and see how many of his songs that i have lol, hes just amazing im not going to lie after he changed skin colors and got alot of plastic surgery &amp;amp; started wearing eye liner &amp;amp; red lipstic i thought he was so wierd, but then again who am i to judge, only god can judge this man, but he was so talented &amp;amp; he will live on forever. He went through alot in his life time , &amp;amp; knowing the hard child hood he suffered he became a strong individual , i think his best albums was "BAD" &amp;amp; "THRILLER" i can name multiple songs of his that i hear almost everyday , my all time favorites are "The Way You Make Me Feel", "P.Y.T" , "Rock With You", "Billie Jean", "Thriller", "Man In The Mirror", oman the list goes on lol , but this guy was incredible &amp;amp; i feel as if god took him because he completed his deeds in this lifetime, so when people say he's gone so soon, we cant really say that because everything does happen for a reason, hes mission was completed &amp;amp; i think this man impacted TOO many lives, hes just amazing , even i tried to moon walk a couple times in my life lol &amp;amp; even try to do the crotch grabb lol but i really cant LOL ! so i want to say RIP to Micheal Jackson he was an idol to everyone, &amp;amp; may he rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee252/posh87/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="michael jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/PrefectSarah/Michael_jackson.jpg" alt="Michael Jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e225/cuteblondechick/Michael-Jackson.jpg" alt="Michael Jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z76/chadthomas2k6/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="michael jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-1977698957731725278?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/1977698957731725278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-micheal-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1977698957731725278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1977698957731725278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-micheal-jackson.html' title='R.I.P Micheal Jackson'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SkfnWcHX1pI/AAAAAAAAACg/fFa4L4o7Nuw/s72-c/bl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-8289702622208174600</id><published>2009-06-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:43:42.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsV9zmVy8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XZ9nIo230Y4/s1600-h/celebrity-tattoo-megan-fox-rib-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsV9zmVy8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XZ9nIo230Y4/s400/celebrity-tattoo-megan-fox-rib-tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893133999819714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsU0PzIStI/AAAAAAAAACI/UOwv211EjIw/s1600-h/Megan+Fox%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsU0PzIStI/AAAAAAAAACI/UOwv211EjIw/s400/Megan+Fox%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348891870259333842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsU0PzIStI/AAAAAAAAACI/UOwv211EjIw/s1600-h/Megan+Fox%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; was a little girl&lt;br /&gt; who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; knew love until&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; broke her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i think this is one of the most POWERFUL quotes &amp;amp; tattoo's that i have ever seen, one this woman is beyond gorgeous &amp;amp; i think the place where she put this quote was just so creative , &amp;amp; not to the mention the quote is TRUE ; i dont think anyone would understand what love is until we get hurt or heart broken, i guess its really true when they say we have to experience the pain to know happiness, after seeing this tattoo lol i was like OMG i want one ! just like this it just so powerful &amp;amp; have so  much meaning, &amp;amp; its something that i can relate to; i really hate those stupid w.e tattoos that have NO meaning at all lol i think its just a waste. but i just wanted to share this with ya because i think its phenominal. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-8289702622208174600?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/8289702622208174600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/megan-fox.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/8289702622208174600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/8289702622208174600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/megan-fox.html' title='Megan Fox'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SjsV9zmVy8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XZ9nIo230Y4/s72-c/celebrity-tattoo-megan-fox-rib-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-701329093720735558</id><published>2009-06-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:10:59.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes So Confused; She Knows She Deserves Better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll114/picture_perfect102/confused-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 309px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll114/picture_perfect102/confused-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its 11:50 on a thursday night; &amp;amp; so many things are just running through my mind. just situations, emotions, certain people etc. i havent been like this is in a while, but its getting harder &amp;amp; harder for me day by day to hide what i feel inside. i was once told "never put your heart in your mind's position" ; because you will always find yourself making hasty decisions. so i must admit that ; yes that is true. i have a hard time with &lt;i&gt;"letting go"&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; sometimes accepting the things that i &lt;i&gt;"cannot change"&lt;/i&gt; or maybe im just a dreamer' that &lt;b&gt;"hopes"&lt;/b&gt; a little bit too much..? i dont understand how a person like me; can never be satisfied when i dont ask for too much, quite frankly i dont think i ask for enough..many say i settle for less, yes i know i "deserve better" but how will i know what im falling for if i dont give it a chance? it seems to be that i fall for what you would call disguises. people that come off a certain way but later down the line when they get to comfortable they switch up &amp;amp; then its not like its easy to forget about them because you have already caught feelings for them...am i right? why do i dwell so much, why do i care so much? am i just another sucker for love? those type of people who fall for all loves traps yet still go on with the search? i think its because i have so much love to give &amp;amp; so much love to offer that i keep on putting myself in danger, so what do you do when you have "a heart to big" for someone else to love? a "heart to big" for someone else to complete? should i give up because love doesn't want me? i mean its obvious ; &amp;amp; plain to see. yes of course i am human &amp;amp; i have made mistakes, i am not &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; but for the love i am capable of giving i know i deserve much better then what is being given to me. am i right? or maybe its just not my time yet. so im confused; not sure where to go ; not sure what to think; not sure what to do, not sure who to trust, not sure who to believe, the list goes on &amp;amp; on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't lonq for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love yuh without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why im on my own&lt;br /&gt;so here i am aqain, going in circles that never ever end&lt;br /&gt;trying to find my way to happiness but i guess for&lt;br /&gt;now ill just &lt;u&gt; pretend &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-701329093720735558?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/701329093720735558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-so-confused-she-knows-she-deserves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/701329093720735558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/701329093720735558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-so-confused-she-knows-she-deserves.html' title='Shes So Confused; She Knows She Deserves Better.'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-7504099252091397914</id><published>2009-05-17T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:20:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time @ Planet Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/ShDB7SXd-gI/AAAAAAAAABY/nnjjvWkVEb8/s1600-h/173646964ICAQSr_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/ShDB7SXd-gI/AAAAAAAAABY/nnjjvWkVEb8/s200/173646964ICAQSr_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336978782720752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saturday I went out to eat at Planet Hollywood in Times Square for the first time, lol it was a great place by the way and very fun i liked all the little props they had from movies and like the hand print sculptures from celebrities and all the extra cool stuff you know. LOL the food was good too i had some appetizer called "chicken crunch" and the bread crumb that they fry the chicken with has Captain crunch and frosted flakes in it lol mad good and then for like a main course meal i had chicken Alfredo lol hit the spot. Its really cool like they play music and stuff while you eat i requested a song and they played it really really cool lol and they people were nice also. But what i kind of found weird was when i went to the bathroom, before i went to the bathroom i noticed alot of Caucasian people that works there; but whatever lol so i go to use the bathroom and i noticed that there was an african american women standing there; i thought she was just cleaning the bathroom and stuff you know lol so im done using the bathroom and im looking for the soap machine ; tell me why this poor lady is standing beside me with a bottle of soap and napkins in her hand im like wth? so she offers me soap and i put my hand out and she squirts the soap in my hand so im like ok in my hand im like why do they have this lady doing this ; theres machines for that. So after im done washing my hands she passes me the tissue im like thank you; and shes like your welcome in such a depressing tone; i found it ironic how i didnt see not one african american person working like on the floor and shit and then when i get to the bathroom i see an african american women standing there putting soap in peoples hands and giving them tissue; like wtf? theres machines that do that ; that was some slave shit smh i was really bothered i wish i had money to give her like a 5 $ tip smh it really made me think smh; then when i go back to my table and im about to leave ; i see that the people who cleans up after everyone is mexican. SMH i was like WOW! is it me or does anyone else realize the wrong picture here? lol i was really really mad smh but i needed to share that with ya lol other then the fact that i thought that place was a little racist; its a great place to eat at and very fun lol check it out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-7504099252091397914?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/7504099252091397914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time-planet-hollywood.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7504099252091397914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7504099252091397914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time-planet-hollywood.html' title='First Time @ Planet Hollywood'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/ShDB7SXd-gI/AAAAAAAAABY/nnjjvWkVEb8/s72-c/173646964ICAQSr_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-7530849364923721656</id><published>2009-05-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:21:11.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SgZUnO0RLOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vxw5De4_sBE/s1600-h/l_0d465d21b6e540ec9436202e6ab12e47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SgZUnO0RLOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vxw5De4_sBE/s200/l_0d465d21b6e540ec9436202e6ab12e47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334043841635888354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to take this time out to say Happy Mother's Day to these 3 very important beautiful ladies in my life. (left to right) my aunt, grandmother, &amp;amp; mother. Without these ladies I wouldn't know what to do with my life; they keep me sane and are always there for me with support and unconditional love; i couldn't have asked for better role models in my life; I love them with all my heart and soul and even more. These strong ladies is who made me who i am today. The are amazing in every way ; and  i wouldnt trade them for the world; and i thank god everyday for the time that i spend with them and i am blessed to still have them in my life; because i think i will go mentally insane (literally) without them. People take the time to thank your mothers, grandmothers etc, because their love is like no other love. Ma, Grandma &amp;amp; Titi I love You; Hope you's really enjoy ya' Mothers Day :D I Love You's Once again lol &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-7530849364923721656?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/7530849364923721656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7530849364923721656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/7530849364923721656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/SgZUnO0RLOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Vxw5De4_sBE/s72-c/l_0d465d21b6e540ec9436202e6ab12e47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-1076899817376377628</id><published>2009-05-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:27:55.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken &amp; Barbie 101 (REAL TALK)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGsTfCL1Joc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGsTfCL1Joc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sometimes I feel like I'm sittin' in the back row of Barbie and Ken 101&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; a class we are all in, but never seem to learn from"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say that this is the realist shit that i have ever heard in my LIFE! this guy spoke the honest truth about our modern day "society" &amp; the pressure it puts on people to look "perfect" this isnt the only real thing this guy has spoke about but when i heard this my jaw DROPPED! i was speech-less . listen to EVERY single word that comes out his mouth; he sorta reminds me of eminem but his words are the truth maybe if we had more people like him in this world and see things the way he does this world wouldn't be so fucked up &amp; forcing people to look a certain way so that they can be labeled as "BEAUTIFUL" he says in this video that "skinny is a compliment" smh isnt that sad that these ideal images are so deeply drilled into our heads that we think its OK to live up to these expectations? (it saddens me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITE PART:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f**k Barbie and Ken&lt;br /&gt;My future daughter will never play with them&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason bleedin' 15 year old girls arms are slit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You made 12 year olds think skinny was a compliment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I can't write my way through this bathroom door&lt;br /&gt;So I raise my hand in class cuz I can't stand it any more&lt;br /&gt;Teacher teacher your lectures all backwards&lt;br /&gt;You got mothers and daughters forgetting what matters&lt;br /&gt;Cuz above tits, ass, lips, legs, and ugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most attractive women are the ones who don't give a f**k&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So screw your teachings your lessons and plans&lt;br /&gt;You skewed sick distant relative of the man&lt;br /&gt;Your plan for brainwashin' my baby I reject&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' out of this class, and &lt;b&gt;I will proudly take, my F&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-1076899817376377628?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/1076899817376377628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/ken-barbie-101-real-talk.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1076899817376377628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1076899817376377628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/ken-barbie-101-real-talk.html' title='Ken &amp; Barbie 101 (REAL TALK)'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-4895961024856000574</id><published>2009-05-06T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:50:20.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"To All The Boys I've Loved Before"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9tlQMSovCk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9tlQMSovCk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats clouded in darkness; will always comes to light" &lt;br /&gt;"i guess shit happens" &lt;br /&gt;"its better to have love lost then to have not loved at all" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i seen this for the first time i got goosebumps and i felt her anger and her fustration; not only could i relate but her words was so powerful; if i was in that audience she wouldve got a standing novation. sometimes guys dont understand how much pain us women go through &amp; how much suffering we endure this is why i love poetry so much and even spoken poetry because it is so powerful; i mustve listened to this about a million times and still get the same reaction. definitely one of my favs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-4895961024856000574?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/4895961024856000574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-boys-ive-loved-before.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/4895961024856000574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/4895961024856000574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-boys-ive-loved-before.html' title='&quot;To All The Boys I&apos;ve Loved Before&quot;'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287769936960789171.post-1682027661793852036</id><published>2009-05-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:09:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hate Letter To Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/Sf54XvaoXiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Klc8qjhwFbs/s1600-h/heartbroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/Sf54XvaoXiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Klc8qjhwFbs/s320/heartbroke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831358113734178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;love, ohh! why are yu so hard? i try &amp;amp; try but get close..no cigar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; i wish the joy you bring could be bottled up &amp;amp; frozen, so i can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; it out &amp;amp; feel it when its my pillow im holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; you make the strongest weak, &amp;amp; the weakest strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; but i never quite know whose side your on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; the practical jokes yu play are really not funny its like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; telling me i've won a million dollars but in my account theres no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; yu constantly put me in places where i find the one ive hoped too, &amp;amp; then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; they're not ready for me, or you, then its not like my disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; would just fade with no pain, NO i gotta work to forget cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; your type of feelings gets embedded in my frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; i dont know about others, but damn im tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; why must yu make such wrong things feel so right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; why must yu uplift &amp;amp; make me feel so good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; then take the air out of my sails &amp;amp; make me wish i could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; forget about yu &amp;amp; everything yu mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; NO cause im a natural addict for yu &amp;amp; cant help but fien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; so now i try to not care but to no avail, cuz the more i try is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; the more i realize ive failed, now at all good situations i wince &amp;amp; harden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; cause of the PIAN that i MAY receive, &amp;amp; even if it never comes &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; im wrong, i still perceive the bad, because i no longer believe in yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; now even good people that i chose to hold, i never let close, noone visits my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; because of that void yu left, that big gaping whole in my heart, my innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; vessel that was as pure as gold, now im a mess who no longer can deal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &amp;amp; ive forced myself to percieve only the bad &amp;amp; forget to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; ive thrown out the rules, pulled my hair &amp;amp; felt filfthy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; NO ONE is innocent before proven guilty, &amp;amp; im stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; trying to be tough pondering on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;what do i do now that the love is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; im tired of the crying &amp;amp; tired of my tears, &amp;amp; these god forsaken down days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; where you cause me to remember EVERY failed attempt ive had over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; so im hating on YOU yes YOU, who stole my ability to trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; in anyone, making NOONE equal to that one love, noones good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; im trying to take a stand because i refuse to let you win, i wont aid in my own tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; by submitting to your wicked ways of fustration &amp;amp; manipulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; so yes, as i lay here in the dark, with tears from you, i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; i could attain your clever ways so me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; cound find just the right way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; get over you........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatefully yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8287769936960789171-1682027661793852036?l=yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/feeds/1682027661793852036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-letter-to-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1682027661793852036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287769936960789171/posts/default/1682027661793852036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstrulyheartnsolex3.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-letter-to-love.html' title='&quot;Hate Letter To Love&quot;'/><author><name>yours truly HEARTnSOLEx3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18436518972656078733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/S9nPki2IBrI/AAAAAAAAADg/rASpXE76WwU/S220/jeanjacket.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bESNulKAYbY/Sf54XvaoXiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Klc8qjhwFbs/s72-c/heartbroke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
