<?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-1360870159688774554</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words From The Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1728477430413439067</id><published>2009-05-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:22:23.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;It hurts alot&lt;br /&gt;but i am not bleeding&lt;br /&gt;i am not scratched&lt;br /&gt;I am not bruised&lt;br /&gt;For what hurts&lt;br /&gt;is my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pain hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;For something is gripping my heart&lt;br /&gt;tighter by the sec&lt;br /&gt;my world is turning dark&lt;br /&gt;Is this how a heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;is this what they call a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i heard u say my name&lt;br /&gt;but u were speaking to him&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized thats what u used to call me&lt;br /&gt;and now that name belongs to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its funny&lt;br /&gt;for my heart was ahead of my brain&lt;br /&gt;because it had already started to hurt&lt;br /&gt;when i heard u say that name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name that used to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;though i dint like it at first.&lt;br /&gt;But i soon came to love the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;for i could hear ur heart say i love u&lt;br /&gt;before the word was ever spoken between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with just a name&lt;br /&gt;my world is not the same&lt;br /&gt;for i know what it means&lt;br /&gt;it means the end of u and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the knowing&lt;br /&gt;comes sadness&lt;br /&gt;With the sadness &lt;br /&gt;comes pain&lt;br /&gt;And with the pain comes something unexpexted&lt;br /&gt;For when i feel my face there are tears&lt;br /&gt;Letting the world know&lt;br /&gt;though u cant see my heart hurt&lt;br /&gt;It is still broken and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;hoping that this pain&lt;br /&gt;it never has to feel uhgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1728477430413439067?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1728477430413439067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1728477430413439067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1728477430413439067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-3597465880126172434</id><published>2009-05-21T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:17:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Love is like the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And we are just stones&lt;br /&gt;Carried by the river of like&lt;br /&gt;Into this no mans zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no up and down&lt;br /&gt;Just endless waves crashing around&lt;br /&gt;Unsure u are in this place&lt;br /&gt;For its depths&lt;br /&gt;Can't be understodd by man&lt;br /&gt;So that's why they call it fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fate of all stones&lt;br /&gt;To flow into this place&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing to go b to the rivers of like&lt;br /&gt;For there we could navigate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because here&lt;br /&gt;There is no rym or reason&lt;br /&gt;Just a unexplained feeling&lt;br /&gt;That pulls u into its depths&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes letting u come up for air&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes leaving u out of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like the sea&lt;br /&gt;Its beauty is so much more then what we can see&lt;br /&gt;And though its dangerous at times&lt;br /&gt;The danger is just one aspect of its magnifigence&lt;br /&gt;And though its painful at times&lt;br /&gt;We need pain to tell us we are alive&lt;br /&gt;So to be truly alive&lt;br /&gt;We need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-3597465880126172434?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3597465880126172434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/3597465880126172434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/3597465880126172434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-ocean.html' title='Like the Ocean'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1405011668580495721</id><published>2009-05-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:15:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinocchio Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;There once was a boy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not a boy&lt;br /&gt;for he was created &lt;br /&gt;from wood like a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy like he might have been&lt;br /&gt;but in his heart human he wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;for he had a soul&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to be real so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This toylike boy met a girl&lt;br /&gt;And she was real as can be&lt;br /&gt;This one was special&lt;br /&gt;For she even made is wooden heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might not think a toy can be in love&lt;br /&gt;But just by being himself&lt;br /&gt;He had already done&lt;br /&gt;what wasnt supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this wooden boy&lt;br /&gt;fell in love with a girl&lt;br /&gt;But happly ever after&lt;br /&gt;was not ment to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought she felt the same at first&lt;br /&gt;But something came in between&lt;br /&gt;and before he knew it she was gone&lt;br /&gt;his one chance to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now he is left with regrets and a maybe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if he was a real boy&lt;br /&gt;A second chance&lt;br /&gt;he would have with she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1405011668580495721?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1405011668580495721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pinocchio-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1405011668580495721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1405011668580495721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pinocchio-maybe.html' title='Pinocchio Maybe'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-3379612148995062729</id><published>2009-05-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:12:01.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Thoughts of u are all i have&lt;br /&gt;from the moment of first sight&lt;br /&gt;to the moment i saw u in my dreams last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have intoxicated my mind&lt;br /&gt;for when im with u i have a high&lt;br /&gt;but when ur away i feel unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This addict like existence brings me hell&lt;br /&gt;for though i get a taste of heaven every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;that taste is rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me with broken days&lt;br /&gt;and sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;For i cant think&lt;br /&gt;and i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;I fiend for u to be in my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind begins to hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;i see u every where i turn&lt;br /&gt;be it left or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to fight&lt;br /&gt;for i realize&lt;br /&gt;ive become addicted to ur sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i distance myself&lt;br /&gt;i act cold when u say hi&lt;br /&gt;when im in ur presence&lt;br /&gt;i do whats wrong instead of whats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like im someone new&lt;br /&gt;not the same person who u knew&lt;br /&gt;for u have caused Dr. Jeckel to create a Mr.Hyde&lt;br /&gt;to get over the addiction which is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-3379612148995062729?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3379612148995062729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/3379612148995062729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/3379612148995062729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-8662003795883299684</id><published>2009-05-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:10:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Show her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show her this feeling is real&lt;br /&gt;And not just words u say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show her ur smile&lt;br /&gt;for when she smiles u smile&lt;br /&gt;because she brightens ur day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show her this is not a game&lt;br /&gt;for your serious about her&lt;br /&gt;and dont want to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her your feelings&lt;br /&gt;not with just with words&lt;br /&gt;but the lil things u do every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Not just because its true&lt;br /&gt;but because its the word ur heart wishes to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her what she means&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes feelings arent enough&lt;br /&gt;and thats when words come into play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her&lt;br /&gt;Not just to talk&lt;br /&gt;but to tell her u miss her when shes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her&lt;br /&gt;Not just because u like her around&lt;br /&gt;but because u love to hear what she has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her&lt;br /&gt;For if u dont&lt;br /&gt;another might take her away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her&lt;br /&gt;because when shes in ur arms&lt;br /&gt;ur world is safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Thank her&lt;br /&gt;for though she stole ur heart&lt;br /&gt;she gave u hers in replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what u have to say&lt;br /&gt;do what u have to do&lt;br /&gt;because in ur heart&lt;br /&gt;she is someone who cant be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-8662003795883299684?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8662003795883299684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/8662003795883299684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/8662003795883299684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-her.html' title='For Her'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1298700011468350692</id><published>2009-05-21T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:07:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Simply amazing &lt;br /&gt;is what u are&lt;br /&gt;They say nothing is perfect&lt;br /&gt;but there u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if God decided on perfection&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;then destroyed the formula&lt;br /&gt;because every other woman now looks flawed in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world &lt;br /&gt;there is no other&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel this complete&lt;br /&gt;as when were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would call that fate&lt;br /&gt;as if a simple word&lt;br /&gt;can describe what we have&lt;br /&gt;The whole human language&lt;br /&gt;could only try and fail&lt;br /&gt;to word what we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because its beyond words&lt;br /&gt;beyond explanation&lt;br /&gt;beyond reason&lt;br /&gt;Its just there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A living testament &lt;br /&gt;that anyone can find perfection&lt;br /&gt;If they take the time&lt;br /&gt;to look at and understand&lt;br /&gt;a woman who is always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1298700011468350692?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1298700011468350692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1298700011468350692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1298700011468350692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1520097941696585498</id><published>2009-05-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:06:01.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;A diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;couldnt describe she&lt;br /&gt;for she is a queen among diamonds&lt;br /&gt;she is strong indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of so many guys wants&lt;br /&gt;would be she&lt;br /&gt;but unlike most diamonds&lt;br /&gt;more then money u will need&lt;br /&gt;for though she captivates the eye&lt;br /&gt;she is not just another pretty thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like the prettest thing&lt;br /&gt;u will ever see&lt;br /&gt;With a mind to match&lt;br /&gt;even a kings&lt;br /&gt;for outspoken she will be&lt;br /&gt;her own woman&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt need u or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she decides to chose &lt;br /&gt;you will be&lt;br /&gt;the luckiest man alive&lt;br /&gt;for u will have the queen among jewels&lt;br /&gt;a diamond&lt;br /&gt;for that is she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1520097941696585498?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1520097941696585498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/jewel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1520097941696585498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1520097941696585498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/jewel.html' title='A Jewel'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-2681962633836056049</id><published>2009-05-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:05:22.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Compliment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Radiant in the day&lt;br /&gt;Astonishing at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare&lt;br /&gt;letting my eyes drink ur beauty in&lt;br /&gt;like a flower with sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare for me to speak&lt;br /&gt;on your beauty outload&lt;br /&gt;But if u can hear my inner thoughts&lt;br /&gt;u would know &lt;br /&gt;to me ur beauty is profound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter when i see u&lt;br /&gt;or the appearance ur in&lt;br /&gt;ur beauty never fades&lt;br /&gt;it just dims &lt;br /&gt;Letting us better appreciate&lt;br /&gt;ur beauty that is within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it inside or out&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty has no equal&lt;br /&gt;Very special u will appear&lt;br /&gt;to anyone that will see u&lt;br /&gt;And though u here it a lot&lt;br /&gt;beauty of plenty uve got&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a compliment&lt;br /&gt;from me to u&lt;br /&gt;Telling u what i think&lt;br /&gt;every time i see u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-2681962633836056049?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2681962633836056049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/compliment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/2681962633836056049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/2681962633836056049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/compliment.html' title='A Compliment'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-4507276443569378389</id><published>2009-05-21T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:03:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementry School Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Taking a moment to get my courage up&lt;br /&gt;for i fear disappointment way to much&lt;br /&gt;so i ask a friend what to do&lt;br /&gt;for i have never felt&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me a note &lt;br /&gt;is what i need &lt;br /&gt;but i chicken out&lt;br /&gt;because it is a first for me&lt;br /&gt;But the what ifs&lt;br /&gt;wont let me be&lt;br /&gt;So i put to paper&lt;br /&gt;what i want u to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like u&lt;br /&gt;do u like me to&lt;br /&gt;say yes&lt;br /&gt;so u can be my boo&lt;br /&gt;We can eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;and even hold hands together too&lt;br /&gt;please dont say no&lt;br /&gt;for then there will be no me and u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass the note&lt;br /&gt;the way elementry kids do&lt;br /&gt;anxious for u to see the note&lt;br /&gt;and see what u do&lt;br /&gt;But sadly it was not ment to be&lt;br /&gt;for the teacher took the note&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was the end for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read the things i wrote&lt;br /&gt;which were ment for u&lt;br /&gt;the whole class started to laugh&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to do&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment&lt;br /&gt;i looked at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;with ur smile that was missing a tooth&lt;br /&gt;and i knew that it wasnt me just liking u&lt;br /&gt;because that smile said u felt the same too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-4507276443569378389?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4507276443569378389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/elementry-school-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/4507276443569378389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/4507276443569378389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/elementry-school-love.html' title='Elementry School Love'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-4057363604408046862</id><published>2009-05-21T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:02:58.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Flaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; direction: ltr; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;U have no flaws&lt;br /&gt;for the things u dont like about yourself&lt;br /&gt;are the things that made me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall so far&lt;br /&gt;i cant see the sky&lt;br /&gt;for u have replaced &lt;br /&gt;the sun, the moon and the stars in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U call them flaws&lt;br /&gt;but i call them reasons&lt;br /&gt;For they are the excuses i use&lt;br /&gt;since love has no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ur cute squint&lt;br /&gt;when u forget to wear contacts&lt;br /&gt;or how u always fall&lt;br /&gt;since u have no balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just the little things &lt;br /&gt;that make up u&lt;br /&gt;Not flaws&lt;br /&gt;for there is nothing flawed about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying ur perfect&lt;br /&gt;for perfection cant be loved&lt;br /&gt;but the things u dislike about urself&lt;br /&gt;are not flaws &lt;br /&gt;for they are the things i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-4057363604408046862?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4057363604408046862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-flaws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/4057363604408046862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/4057363604408046862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-flaws.html' title='No Flaws'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-6908796316893884806</id><published>2009-05-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:55:33.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory of Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Its kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;when i think back&lt;br /&gt;on the me and u&lt;br /&gt;a year or so back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U came to my house&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as can be&lt;br /&gt;and I thought how lucky i am &lt;br /&gt;because this girl loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt deserve that love&lt;br /&gt;for i was confused over a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I was confused in my feelings for u&lt;br /&gt;because i dint know and still dont know&lt;br /&gt;what the word love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted u to end it&lt;br /&gt;for in my confusion&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know left from right&lt;br /&gt;let alone if i wanted us to still be a we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ignored u&lt;br /&gt;I didnt call u&lt;br /&gt;doing things a man should never do to his girl&lt;br /&gt;till u were left with nothing else to do but come see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i answered that door&lt;br /&gt;and there u stood as the most beautiful thing id ever seen&lt;br /&gt;any thoughts of me not being sure vanished&lt;br /&gt;for that was and is the effect u have on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see u were tired&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to end things with me&lt;br /&gt;But u loved me so much&lt;br /&gt;ur heart just wouldnt let u leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted to do was hold u&lt;br /&gt;till any sadness i caused would leave&lt;br /&gt;So the tears that came falling down&lt;br /&gt;as i help u in my arms&lt;br /&gt;would simply exist to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with ur tear stained face u looked at me&lt;br /&gt;looking for the answer of us still being a we&lt;br /&gt;and i gave u what u wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;even though i was unsure&lt;br /&gt;because i didnt want u to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u excepted my words&lt;br /&gt;and we kissed&lt;br /&gt;With what followed &lt;br /&gt;becoming a blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after u left&lt;br /&gt;and the spell u have over me ended&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke even though i still had u&lt;br /&gt;for in telling u what u wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;i had betrayed myself &lt;br /&gt;and u most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though we have ended&lt;br /&gt;I think of this all the time&lt;br /&gt;to remind myself when in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;dont just tell her what she wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;because what follows leads to regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-6908796316893884806?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6908796316893884806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-of-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/6908796316893884806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/6908796316893884806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory-of-regret.html' title='A Memory of Regret'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-8446291914077788036</id><published>2009-05-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:52:37.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---------- I Write -----------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I write not for them&lt;br /&gt;but for us&lt;br /&gt;Those that refuse to reform&lt;br /&gt;into what society calls normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because its hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard for the individual to speak&lt;br /&gt;When the group&lt;br /&gt;Drowns out there voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write for my mouth is made hesitant&lt;br /&gt;by societies rules and regulations&lt;br /&gt;But rebellion is in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So though they can can quiet my mouth&lt;br /&gt;My words my still shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write for society are the masters&lt;br /&gt;and individuality has been enslaved&lt;br /&gt;so once u read my words&lt;br /&gt;your mind is freed&lt;br /&gt;as if my words are the path&lt;br /&gt;and im a conductor on the underground railway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to think&lt;br /&gt;I think therefore i write&lt;br /&gt;So in that in this darkness they call normality&lt;br /&gt;The individual has a light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to teach&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell u whats wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;but so u can decide on your own&lt;br /&gt;and not let society decide your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write there for i rebel&lt;br /&gt;Rebel in every word&lt;br /&gt;In Every sentence&lt;br /&gt;So That the individual&lt;br /&gt;does not die&lt;br /&gt;But is reborn&lt;br /&gt;in every person who hears this&lt;br /&gt;so they too &lt;br /&gt;may write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-8446291914077788036?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8446291914077788036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/8446291914077788036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/8446291914077788036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-write.html' title='---------- I Write -----------'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1038602488107752232</id><published>2009-05-21T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:46:02.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Influenced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Like the winter tree&lt;br /&gt;that wonders will it bloom in spring&lt;br /&gt;I so to wonder&lt;br /&gt;In time where will I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about who I am&lt;br /&gt;And who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But on that I pause&lt;br /&gt;For I am still unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what rainy days are about.&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and thought.&lt;br /&gt;Under standing of ones self &lt;br /&gt;And thoughts on the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think about the present&lt;br /&gt;And Like the rain that poors down Without thought&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of u have are the same&lt;br /&gt;For they seem to have no end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like rain they poor in&lt;br /&gt;Soon flooding my mind&lt;br /&gt;Until all I can do is grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I think about ur smile&lt;br /&gt;Your laugh&lt;br /&gt;And every little thing&lt;br /&gt;That makes up u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of ways to make u laugh&lt;br /&gt;So I can see that smile&lt;br /&gt;that women wish they had&lt;br /&gt;And men dream about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were to ask me y I wanted u&lt;br /&gt;And I said because ur beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Would u blame me and call me shallow&lt;br /&gt;For though ur beauty caught me&lt;br /&gt;Ur mind saved me&lt;br /&gt;From a superficial existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rain&lt;br /&gt;*Rain&lt;br /&gt;*Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1038602488107752232?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1038602488107752232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-influenced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1038602488107752232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1038602488107752232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-influenced.html' title='Rain Influenced'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-2784115690960800827</id><published>2009-05-21T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:42:56.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;Cant u hear it&lt;br /&gt;Every time my heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;Just put ur ear to my chest&lt;br /&gt;And let my heart speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;Just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So u can see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;Just the image of a goddess&lt;br /&gt;For that's what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;Just actions&lt;br /&gt;That speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;Except when I wisper it&lt;br /&gt;After u fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-2784115690960800827?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2784115690960800827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/2784115690960800827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/2784115690960800827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1626433334949180759</id><published>2009-05-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:41:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Pain is a symptom of some physical hurt or disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always known the definition&lt;br /&gt;but never did i understand the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least not till recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not till i was looking at the blood and shards of glass on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not the fact that i hit the mirror that brought me pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean yes that hurt but it wasnt pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt me wishing u was here but knowing ud never be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt me looking at old pics of us and wondering if id ever smile like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things are pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess pain can bring hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i punched the mirror in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i look in the mirror and what do i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same me i always see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasnt me&lt;br /&gt;For my heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since the mirror wasnt doing its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do u know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then did it look right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its funny how ur heart which u never see brings u so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How when it's in pain, bodily hurts dont mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now I can say i know the meaning of pain&lt;br /&gt;Good for me right?&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer one of the ignorant masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the days of ignorance are all i long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those were the days of me and u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1626433334949180759?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1626433334949180759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1626433334949180759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1626433334949180759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-ignorance.html' title='Days of Ignorance'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-887319145398317096</id><published>2009-05-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:40:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;In her eyes i saw starlight&lt;br /&gt;for they were worlds in themselves&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me lost in their brilliance&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me lost in there depths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her smile i saw sunshine&lt;br /&gt;without a hint of clouds or rain&lt;br /&gt;Just beautiful sunshine&lt;br /&gt;that could make my pain go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this woman must b false &lt;br /&gt;for she seems too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;And as they say when something is too good&lt;br /&gt;then its probably not good for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe&lt;br /&gt;she is exactly what she seems&lt;br /&gt;No games no gimmicks&lt;br /&gt;just a woman who loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe thats just a dream&lt;br /&gt;And i am a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;For only in dreams&lt;br /&gt;do woman like this exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its funny &lt;br /&gt;For i have dreamed of beautiful woman of plenty&lt;br /&gt;But none like her&lt;br /&gt;For She is one to make me lose sleep&lt;br /&gt;just for the simple fact&lt;br /&gt;even if i dream &lt;br /&gt;I cant dream of a woman like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe there lies my problem&lt;br /&gt;For i have met a woman&lt;br /&gt;who surpasses my expectations&lt;br /&gt;My dreams&lt;br /&gt;And any bar that i had set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO simply put she is a goddess&lt;br /&gt;and divine intervention is what i will call this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-887319145398317096?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/887319145398317096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/divine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/887319145398317096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/887319145398317096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/divine.html' title='Divine'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-1913248878118164027</id><published>2009-05-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:35:45.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Occasional Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Like a occasional rain&lt;br /&gt;i thought of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always with a smile &lt;br /&gt;for there was something about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the squint u get&lt;br /&gt;when u cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even the way u smile&lt;br /&gt;with only one dimple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the way u thought&lt;br /&gt;u was a lil above average&lt;br /&gt;When ur truthfully&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful girl I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what it was&lt;br /&gt;but u seemed to cast a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;because soon that occasional rain turned into a flood&lt;br /&gt;until water was the only thing i saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i was drowning&lt;br /&gt;drowning in thoughts of u&lt;br /&gt;And when i saw u&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dint mind&lt;br /&gt;and made no struggle to come up for air&lt;br /&gt;For it was a state i welcomed naturally&lt;br /&gt;because i had realized what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was In love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-1913248878118164027?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1913248878118164027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/occasional-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1913248878118164027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/1913248878118164027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/occasional-rain.html' title='Occasional Rain'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360870159688774554.post-7651146068652239290</id><published>2009-05-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:31:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I sit here&lt;br /&gt;a man lost in eternity&lt;br /&gt;as i look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flashing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of goddesses and angels&lt;br /&gt;for thats what she brings to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crazziest thing about that is&lt;br /&gt;this is not the first time&lt;br /&gt;for since the moment i met her&lt;br /&gt;there was something about her&lt;br /&gt;that was simply divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as are eye contact breaks&lt;br /&gt;and im back from the eternity&lt;br /&gt;which is her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking&lt;br /&gt;i must be the luckiest man alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she has her hair tied up&lt;br /&gt;and not a trace of make-up on&lt;br /&gt;but moments like this &lt;br /&gt;is when she is the most gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So point blank and simple&lt;br /&gt;She is the reason why i stay at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360870159688774554-7651146068652239290?l=heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7651146068652239290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-chill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/7651146068652239290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360870159688774554/posts/default/7651146068652239290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartfelthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-chill.html' title='Why I Chill'/><author><name>T.Chap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09598306852574245135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezZeIQan4qw/ShWC4zmp8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sIeQVxLj6WU/S220/Photo+595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
