<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:43:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Luckyless</category><category>Love Story</category><category>BrokenHeart</category><category>Dying Hope</category><category>Poetry</category><category>The Ring</category><title>Symbols of our lives</title><description>a collection of inspirational poems/stories that express My insightful journey through life, love, and the spiritual realm</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7507711366405174199</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-09T22:45:57.517+05:00</atom:updated><title>I love you but I hate you</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6YJPtJxjwP7GVdgC9ng8dPR4lU0VyDGzvAkdGiWKjkf0nQuCoOo9h9s1ZUdFsummJSTQLpQL8rGQg02nBIffFKYYaJhVb9suv0JfVZByT6a9fG-qT9Dq8DNK-lSBm-3dkB5mGlT9jhQ/s1600/41369_1545911782_4830_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6YJPtJxjwP7GVdgC9ng8dPR4lU0VyDGzvAkdGiWKjkf0nQuCoOo9h9s1ZUdFsummJSTQLpQL8rGQg02nBIffFKYYaJhVb9suv0JfVZByT6a9fG-qT9Dq8DNK-lSBm-3dkB5mGlT9jhQ/s320/41369_1545911782_4830_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661549551130203122&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you did, All the things you even said. Made me cry and almost wanna die...But i am not gonna let you do that to me. I tried to hold on tight but you put up those dirty walls. I had to try to fight to try and keep you in my life. I love you but I hate you..All these emotions inside my head. Some days I am fine thinking every things just great...Yet some days I break down and try to win a fight. I am always thinking of you, the memories we had. But the one I wanna forget is when you said goodbye. I want you back in my life..But yet again I want you to just be a friend. I love you but I hate you... All these emotions that you lead. Every night I cant go to sleep... Its hard for me to realize you&#39;ll never hold me again. And I always catch my self picking up my phone then putting it back down...Wanting to call you one last time! But I love you but I hate you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-you-but-i-hate-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6YJPtJxjwP7GVdgC9ng8dPR4lU0VyDGzvAkdGiWKjkf0nQuCoOo9h9s1ZUdFsummJSTQLpQL8rGQg02nBIffFKYYaJhVb9suv0JfVZByT6a9fG-qT9Dq8DNK-lSBm-3dkB5mGlT9jhQ/s72-c/41369_1545911782_4830_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3318125918926917883</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-20T22:58:08.174+05:00</atom:updated><title>The first time i saw you..</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHiv2SNKoIiSFALLwdPTkkBidgH2_0rjKFWsG_X2wDRuG84PGixqbFo_1upmPSMdOaF5mmJBBVuLoG-cRj5BbjgpTKKSS1TZNhyphenhyphen5k8p_wWW8DKc9CyGDsPo00CdmmJzrDIqDaG6zA3vo/s1600/3863741065_ea9981e13f.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHiv2SNKoIiSFALLwdPTkkBidgH2_0rjKFWsG_X2wDRuG84PGixqbFo_1upmPSMdOaF5mmJBBVuLoG-cRj5BbjgpTKKSS1TZNhyphenhyphen5k8p_wWW8DKc9CyGDsPo00CdmmJzrDIqDaG6zA3vo/s320/3863741065_ea9981e13f.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608858727773112114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i saw you..i never thought that i would be loving you so dearly I was broken and ironically hating love for the reason that i had been loving many times and end up crying. I was afraid to open my doors again thinking i would end up bleeding like before but then surprisingly you showed me the other way around You showed me the brighter side of loving and you helped me to start loving again and what happiness it will bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am afraid of losing you.. you who gave me the strength to love again you, who i look forward to every time i close and open my eyes. You who i will give my all&lt;br /&gt;You, who are my life, my love and my knight and shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is unconditional and undying. I&#39;ll die w/ the love we both share and I will die loving you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-time-i-saw-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHiv2SNKoIiSFALLwdPTkkBidgH2_0rjKFWsG_X2wDRuG84PGixqbFo_1upmPSMdOaF5mmJBBVuLoG-cRj5BbjgpTKKSS1TZNhyphenhyphen5k8p_wWW8DKc9CyGDsPo00CdmmJzrDIqDaG6zA3vo/s72-c/3863741065_ea9981e13f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7211376989512372087</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-26T19:37:29.153+05:00</atom:updated><title>Remember ?</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJrAP4uM3ZtgQuHOzDCXCF-Z0nVuTPEI6KMUqg5s0a7yK-I9jPvw14A6PiDVaRwQlXbtsBq5DqId_5LxRC6lbxHZy8kcRg98U7ZHpfmGFcYZsHc2kh6vZskeZ-N1rz8rEMSaSpldf5qI/s1600/sleepingwbear.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJrAP4uM3ZtgQuHOzDCXCF-Z0nVuTPEI6KMUqg5s0a7yK-I9jPvw14A6PiDVaRwQlXbtsBq5DqId_5LxRC6lbxHZy8kcRg98U7ZHpfmGFcYZsHc2kh6vZskeZ-N1rz8rEMSaSpldf5qI/s320/sleepingwbear.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578007125159837170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Remember the way wed always look at each other, remember the was I could always catch your eye. Remember the day I let you go but now remember this day. I always come back for more, wanting you is something I do more and more. This has to mean something so don&#39;t let it go, I know your now with her but remember those days and you will see. This has to be true, I cant get over the thought of you. So remember what you once said to me, when I left you for some heartbreak. You once said you&#39;d always have my back and I was like your drug cuz you always came back. I feel like it was a lie because now here I lye lonely with these I wonder whys! I cant give this up if it was meant to be, you can no longer see right through me. You say you no longer care well guess what, I can see right through you. I know you still care, i can hear it in your voice. But just remember you and I. You could always make me laugh no matter what you did, and you&#39;d always touch me so gental like I was gonna break. Well remember those days with a smile on your face. I know I let you go once but I promise I wont again, please give me another chance and just set her free. I messed up and I regret what I did, but I love you now don&#39;t your forget. So if you wont give me another chance, I guess ill let you go, but dont you forget what my love has showed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJrAP4uM3ZtgQuHOzDCXCF-Z0nVuTPEI6KMUqg5s0a7yK-I9jPvw14A6PiDVaRwQlXbtsBq5DqId_5LxRC6lbxHZy8kcRg98U7ZHpfmGFcYZsHc2kh6vZskeZ-N1rz8rEMSaSpldf5qI/s72-c/sleepingwbear.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4289356706025152974</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-29T21:27:33.090+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>The Lost Words</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nB98oR59t7QSglwj-Z5gSNY9IyT_dP6Q7l6uFQ9LureGpah2o4pbjmZbArrmFeFlBlopMeCMvK8SEq5cp0PhEJAHxce-CFVoD9ye6XHozJO0aA_-cHTg4Em_L1oImlo0L8SbgnBWfZM/s1600/3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nB98oR59t7QSglwj-Z5gSNY9IyT_dP6Q7l6uFQ9LureGpah2o4pbjmZbArrmFeFlBlopMeCMvK8SEq5cp0PhEJAHxce-CFVoD9ye6XHozJO0aA_-cHTg4Em_L1oImlo0L8SbgnBWfZM/s320/3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545008678977522738&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to talk to you, but I don&#39;t know what to say. I am afraid you don&#39;t want me to say anything. So I don&#39;t. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart. And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forever stay in my heart-locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too... but I&#39;ll never know .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nB98oR59t7QSglwj-Z5gSNY9IyT_dP6Q7l6uFQ9LureGpah2o4pbjmZbArrmFeFlBlopMeCMvK8SEq5cp0PhEJAHxce-CFVoD9ye6XHozJO0aA_-cHTg4Em_L1oImlo0L8SbgnBWfZM/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4411748756863504065</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-10T00:50:18.716+05:00</atom:updated><title>Crying Over You ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUJvIvlrc5sp2Jza5whfE0ZsscmAPAx8lPEGhoVxrPydDFsDx2jU6GFDBE4DzjeRo2oY0_62S2czwrImcZLn8kiiAszc_Yru65sDmvOFa5cgfsfWtzuSJIG_mev_ismM1yrNN3soJqMw/s1600/2911698724.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUJvIvlrc5sp2Jza5whfE0ZsscmAPAx8lPEGhoVxrPydDFsDx2jU6GFDBE4DzjeRo2oY0_62S2czwrImcZLn8kiiAszc_Yru65sDmvOFa5cgfsfWtzuSJIG_mev_ismM1yrNN3soJqMw/s320/2911698724.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526134443258762210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came into my life again, leaving more footprings in my heart. while i was trying to hold on tight you let go without a fright. not even saying goodbye as if you didnt want to, but letting go like you always wanted. you treated me as if i was nothing, always putting me down, making me feel worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i did was let you know how i felt truly and deeply. and how i really didnt want you to go. but why is it so hard to let you go knowing how you treated me? why do i keep coming back for more? things will never work out so why do i wnat to try to make it? even though were over, im wanting you back, why? you hurt me in so many ways i just cant say, you let me down to much days! yet im the one to blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you go, but you left me with all our memories that keep hurting me so deep inside. im deleting your number off my phone, im letting you go, im done playing the blame game, AND IM DONE CRYING OVER YOU!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/10/crying-over-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUJvIvlrc5sp2Jza5whfE0ZsscmAPAx8lPEGhoVxrPydDFsDx2jU6GFDBE4DzjeRo2oY0_62S2czwrImcZLn8kiiAszc_Yru65sDmvOFa5cgfsfWtzuSJIG_mev_ismM1yrNN3soJqMw/s72-c/2911698724.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3089433059336334389</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-12T21:17:17.082+05:00</atom:updated><title>I love you more than anyone</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_44Dkl5yExaxzmPiW19wwhzZgsrmux1SLJyaTEM9M22YRZHTI-5qWc0wiK5NuPqR0w0iujT4vqpy6BFT3Hp4LUtjHQ5ujDy6WSeITWxTqB8dXO0UJ9lXGl2sb0meMmT0Vt3H0YY5Qc8/s1600/5bvc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_44Dkl5yExaxzmPiW19wwhzZgsrmux1SLJyaTEM9M22YRZHTI-5qWc0wiK5NuPqR0w0iujT4vqpy6BFT3Hp4LUtjHQ5ujDy6WSeITWxTqB8dXO0UJ9lXGl2sb0meMmT0Vt3H0YY5Qc8/s320/5bvc.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504557831179243426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:200%;&quot;&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve fallen in love with you and I&#39;ll never let you go. I love you more than anyone, I just had to let you know. And if you ever wonder why, I don&#39;t know what I&#39;ll say, but I&#39;ll never stop loving you, each and every day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-more-than-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_44Dkl5yExaxzmPiW19wwhzZgsrmux1SLJyaTEM9M22YRZHTI-5qWc0wiK5NuPqR0w0iujT4vqpy6BFT3Hp4LUtjHQ5ujDy6WSeITWxTqB8dXO0UJ9lXGl2sb0meMmT0Vt3H0YY5Qc8/s72-c/5bvc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-1229349259722863039</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T20:21:52.960+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>I miss what I can&#39;t have</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm0IDUfIy6dJH1PoYjKXQF0mNhBdYyLCS4nKkVEtY8v6zv-tCMWs72-OJPHHRCD7RXLVZ8LQ92Hu6Tu5zz7rbql0fWGbOS_emJifbhDyBqlE3GYfimLpm9yYzJLi36__lg5V5FWHA_RI/s1600/ni9.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 171px; height: 469px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm0IDUfIy6dJH1PoYjKXQF0mNhBdYyLCS4nKkVEtY8v6zv-tCMWs72-OJPHHRCD7RXLVZ8LQ92Hu6Tu5zz7rbql0fWGbOS_emJifbhDyBqlE3GYfimLpm9yYzJLi36__lg5V5FWHA_RI/s400/ni9.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always miss those beautiful brown eyes, your soft, sweet voice, and the way you called me baby, you mean so much to me you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;I miss the times when you came to my house to watch movies and knowing that never again will I watch a movie with you holding me close brakes me heart and never again will I feel your touch, never again will I get to hear those words I love you out of your mouth at least not directed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;Never again will I see that smile that made me whole day better, anytime I was on the phone with you I was smiling, just knowing that I would see you or talk to you made everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;I know you weren&#39;t like the rest of the girls I knew, I knew you were sweet, funny and that you would love me no matter what, I knew your love was true, and I miss that love that you had for me i am sorry I had to fu*k it all up! I&#39;m gonna miss the way you smell and I know that never again will I have you to hold and never again will you be mine&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-what-i-cant-have.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm0IDUfIy6dJH1PoYjKXQF0mNhBdYyLCS4nKkVEtY8v6zv-tCMWs72-OJPHHRCD7RXLVZ8LQ92Hu6Tu5zz7rbql0fWGbOS_emJifbhDyBqlE3GYfimLpm9yYzJLi36__lg5V5FWHA_RI/s72-c/ni9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7012905795695211632</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-16T02:36:59.060+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>I never learned that game</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIkt7cyK_w0_VTMOBPuw59VL1h5UruUqoQNyIwVOFRuPLiW3KlJBPnwDCw47ej7Q4HU7TneCgQtAcUK3V90ccHmsQDrcV3LEeRY1XfzFHJbo_Dagf4dxpln2rfmb-q9rcUs2PAJY7g3k/s1600/f4v.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471595673902928418&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIkt7cyK_w0_VTMOBPuw59VL1h5UruUqoQNyIwVOFRuPLiW3KlJBPnwDCw47ej7Q4HU7TneCgQtAcUK3V90ccHmsQDrcV3LEeRY1XfzFHJbo_Dagf4dxpln2rfmb-q9rcUs2PAJY7g3k/s320/f4v.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: right; height: 379; width: 211;margin-left:10px; margin-right:0pt; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:10px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don&#39;t know how to do this; yet i know how to do it better than anyone else. who am i kidding I&#39;ve been doing it for almost many years. Stealing you away from anything that isn&#39;t me. making you believe that i am and have always been the one.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see it, you know it, yet still you wont believe it. i have always been there for you. yet so has every other girl. but I&#39;ve been here the longest. I&#39;ve put in my time. I&#39;ve dealt with the ups and the downs. stood by you through thick and thin. and amazingly you&#39;ve done the same for me. you laid next to me and watched me cry, told me everything would be okay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazingly you were a million times exactly what i needed. and yet when i needed you the most you turned your back. your newest flavor of the week took prize over me. surprisingly i knew how to take it and all the while was shocked when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish for someone or something different to walk into my life every day.. and yet right when that wish is made i see your face. you&#39;re something i cant let go of.. or maybe i don&#39;t know how to let go of. you&#39;re my everything and my nothing. you&#39;re everything i wished for and absolutely nothing i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you make me cry internally... no one has ever been able to do that. so congratulations. you make me wish i was better make me wish i had her qualities, even though i don&#39;t know what she has over me. In fact i know she has nothing over me. but there&#39;s nothing I&#39;m better at than stealing you away and yet i wish there was nothing i was better at than keeping you interested. but apparently i never learned that game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-never-learned-that-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIkt7cyK_w0_VTMOBPuw59VL1h5UruUqoQNyIwVOFRuPLiW3KlJBPnwDCw47ej7Q4HU7TneCgQtAcUK3V90ccHmsQDrcV3LEeRY1XfzFHJbo_Dagf4dxpln2rfmb-q9rcUs2PAJY7g3k/s72-c/f4v.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4086873209822650638</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T22:58:27.536+05:00</atom:updated><title>Its Too Late ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oVJ2WlW1VzDJ7E5sEXWuB7KjwKwPx-td-vAf6XQm7cqx5PNyIlVPhC5AGbeKlCt6r2P5ILDn_tatHwP0P1MiCIEl25lYHfF6pkJ4RnNPMTwnT-_pT_5ZRytiH_kCisDGPSZBsNOeZtU/s1600-h/1242.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oVJ2WlW1VzDJ7E5sEXWuB7KjwKwPx-td-vAf6XQm7cqx5PNyIlVPhC5AGbeKlCt6r2P5ILDn_tatHwP0P1MiCIEl25lYHfF6pkJ4RnNPMTwnT-_pT_5ZRytiH_kCisDGPSZBsNOeZtU/s320/1242.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443354282688455378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew love was until i met you. I never expected changes in my life. You were different from those guys i used to mingle with. You know how people got to have first love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in you where i felt true love. I felt so much for you. And if ever that i could put back time. I would do so, the time wherein we were still together sharing great moments but unfortunately i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of you.. everyday and every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been in a battle between my mind and my heart..my mind about to give up but here comes my heart saying cheer up. I cant stop loving you. I&#39;ve been spending time thinking of happy moments we had. And keep pretending the truth that we&#39;re far from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally far from each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;somehow this heart of mine would learn to accept reality and be contented......contented to be just missing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i do really need to say goodbye.. but as for now i am still confuse and i am drowning of thoughts on how things work and used to be. I dont have any guts to get along with somebody else and pretend to be happy though im not. I thought i already knew you since before. I just waited for the time to say that i still have lots of things to know &#39;bout you.. and here is the time!!!..maybe its too late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-too-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_oVJ2WlW1VzDJ7E5sEXWuB7KjwKwPx-td-vAf6XQm7cqx5PNyIlVPhC5AGbeKlCt6r2P5ILDn_tatHwP0P1MiCIEl25lYHfF6pkJ4RnNPMTwnT-_pT_5ZRytiH_kCisDGPSZBsNOeZtU/s72-c/1242.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7284582344182744638</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:47:07.939+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love Story</category><title>Hug Me One Last time</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLczHZDQbhYbrdZm2_-2xJ_ug29kLchvbBGZliyF3a9EBezMKqO-yaI1hG1AHpYctiW6RN78Zk1EEK64D2FkFbaGcq64Ru_Y_p2Puz93x7c6LXXj7LI-XEQ4ioI9tyuwrsHCnWGGjO1k/s1600-h/blieve.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLczHZDQbhYbrdZm2_-2xJ_ug29kLchvbBGZliyF3a9EBezMKqO-yaI1hG1AHpYctiW6RN78Zk1EEK64D2FkFbaGcq64Ru_Y_p2Puz93x7c6LXXj7LI-XEQ4ioI9tyuwrsHCnWGGjO1k/s320/blieve.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774994464300610&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;guy &lt;/span&gt;were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;Girl: Slow down. I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not.&lt;br /&gt;Please, its to scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;(Girl &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;hugs &lt;/span&gt;him)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;The &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;truth &lt;/span&gt;was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,&lt;br /&gt;but he didn&#39;t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him,&lt;br /&gt;felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even&lt;br /&gt;though it meant he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we fell into ruins, letting our thoughts get the best of us. I thought of Her yesterday, and many yesterdays. What happened to us? I questioned that a lot. Where did our love go? Our unity? I feel this guilt expressing myself towards you. I know what I feel, but my explanation covers the truth. Some say Am I mad, but i say them i am &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Luckyless&lt;/span&gt;, for holding on something that can be easily broken? My senses of emotions are damaged. I don’t know how to make sense of all of this. I’m lost with no direction, map, or light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/01/hug-me-one-last-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLczHZDQbhYbrdZm2_-2xJ_ug29kLchvbBGZliyF3a9EBezMKqO-yaI1hG1AHpYctiW6RN78Zk1EEK64D2FkFbaGcq64Ru_Y_p2Puz93x7c6LXXj7LI-XEQ4ioI9tyuwrsHCnWGGjO1k/s72-c/blieve.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-6835651844305033191</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T03:32:43.146+05:00</atom:updated><title>Ek Lamha ..</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHlWJlb6T_4SUEKVAo2NMoBo7r456GcQeKYLZPdEUJpLcg9Z4KYDm8gwzmYd1fhN7zlZvdV7bc8Pa3DTgQsV9msgZmKvzc80Dast0iwPXraFrxGxaTl3R8xc1bNPSp9LV8SlmJfbxLS4/s1600-h/candels.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHlWJlb6T_4SUEKVAo2NMoBo7r456GcQeKYLZPdEUJpLcg9Z4KYDm8gwzmYd1fhN7zlZvdV7bc8Pa3DTgQsV9msgZmKvzc80Dast0iwPXraFrxGxaTl3R8xc1bNPSp9LV8SlmJfbxLS4/s320/candels.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427450130119203714&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial Narrow&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Ek Lamha Meri Zindagi Veeran Kar gaya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial Narrow&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Aesi Hawa Chali ke Sunsaan Kar gaya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial Narrow&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Chalta tha jo mere saath satth Saaye ki Tarah &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial Narrow&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Bichra wo is Adaa se ke Hairaan Kar gaya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/01/ek-lamha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHlWJlb6T_4SUEKVAo2NMoBo7r456GcQeKYLZPdEUJpLcg9Z4KYDm8gwzmYd1fhN7zlZvdV7bc8Pa3DTgQsV9msgZmKvzc80Dast0iwPXraFrxGxaTl3R8xc1bNPSp9LV8SlmJfbxLS4/s72-c/candels.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-2706945286188257720</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T01:31:46.861+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>Trying To Forget ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKk7ZLrIrsd26tUJzBuP8aIy9ODd6CuwDQR4uSJvewUOjLRpyHmEKtofePLzUUcvuYWCgCg0JvPAmQsspjChuGv14Xi-b0Jbp0APaxaqpapBZWsvXH2CAzTNTJsPiXliREE9txYmAhQo/s1600-h/hghv4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKk7ZLrIrsd26tUJzBuP8aIy9ODd6CuwDQR4uSJvewUOjLRpyHmEKtofePLzUUcvuYWCgCg0JvPAmQsspjChuGv14Xi-b0Jbp0APaxaqpapBZWsvXH2CAzTNTJsPiXliREE9txYmAhQo/s320/hghv4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422242578364921010&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%; font-family:Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can&#39;t live without you.&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses.Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.The greatest pain that comes from love is loving someone you can never have.Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.The stupidest mistake in life is thinking the one who hurt you the most, won&#39;t hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.Love is unconditional, relationships are not.For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-forget.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKk7ZLrIrsd26tUJzBuP8aIy9ODd6CuwDQR4uSJvewUOjLRpyHmEKtofePLzUUcvuYWCgCg0JvPAmQsspjChuGv14Xi-b0Jbp0APaxaqpapBZWsvXH2CAzTNTJsPiXliREE9txYmAhQo/s72-c/hghv4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-5275644638626603002</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T17:32:20.081+05:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Wrong?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQO0hi7lCx3Dp_yCPrOiZDbThvHojDuBLgZv2geDhhrRPY4rje1n2RTT898mAXX63papEdiyMxge_y3-UsMHc8rIprHA_L-2LwfUl28Y5vBRCrRpvFeiNStj8Snmp_BZjjO1IzfC7jto/s1600/n896345563_1338.jpg&quot; 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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Through my whole life I have always wanted to find that one special person. My companion. I didn’t date a lot because everyone else around me wasn’t looking for the same thing I was looking for. Now I am seventeen years old and I think I have finally found a mind that thinks alike.&lt;br /&gt;
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But my family thinks I&#39;m wrong. Only because of one thing. AGE. He is twenty-four years old. He has showed me things that I thought I would never find. But my dad thinks I&#39;m wrong. I think we will be together for a long time. Even if my dad tries to keep us apart he can’t stop love and after I turn 18 he can’t do anything about it. My mom and dad have been divorced for years and that’s one thing that he has never really had is love. I think he is jealous because we have what he has always wanted. Love. He is deaf and abused me when I was little and I finally have someone to care for me and that makes him so angry. Rage is but mask for my shy fears. Yet I would die before I caused my companion pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I just hope he knows that no matter what my family tries to do to tear us apart I will never stop loving him. We have been together since I was 16. I might have to wait till I’m 18 to be with him but waiting only makes my love for him even stronger. Romance must have a language fit for feeling more than fits between the earth and sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-wrong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQO0hi7lCx3Dp_yCPrOiZDbThvHojDuBLgZv2geDhhrRPY4rje1n2RTT898mAXX63papEdiyMxge_y3-UsMHc8rIprHA_L-2LwfUl28Y5vBRCrRpvFeiNStj8Snmp_BZjjO1IzfC7jto/s72-c/n896345563_1338.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7325661714755630635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:49:25.705+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love Story</category><title>Love &amp; Anger ?</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8eAqF3Rc50K-KIT4MbjbAcCTbqQsDIaPZx7nG5Xc-8zgOd4Ye1k-b9jhl9Wr90fOC-oKjKukxceBEdnxezC8-4lDewh00RtFbc68USC-rVPwDQTrm7C-6pfwRZ6oC9cYpm8uFAZeNwU/s1600-h/1Q413346064.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8eAqF3Rc50K-KIT4MbjbAcCTbqQsDIaPZx7nG5Xc-8zgOd4Ye1k-b9jhl9Wr90fOC-oKjKukxceBEdnxezC8-4lDewh00RtFbc68USC-rVPwDQTrm7C-6pfwRZ6oC9cYpm8uFAZeNwU/s400/1Q413346064.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403623767273116770&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man was polishing his new car. His 6 years old son picked up a stone &amp; scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child&#39;s hand &amp; hit it so many times, not realizing that he was using a wrench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father with painful eyes he asked &quot; DAD when will my fingers grow back? &quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was speechless and very much disappointed. he went back to car and kicked it hard. Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of that car, he looked at the scratches. child had written &quot; LOVE you DAD&quot;. The next day that man committed suicide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and love have no limits, choose the love to have a beautiful &amp; lovely life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazrat Ali Said &quot;&quot; Things are to be used and people are to be loved. but the problem is created, when people are to be used and things are to be loved &quot;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-anger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8eAqF3Rc50K-KIT4MbjbAcCTbqQsDIaPZx7nG5Xc-8zgOd4Ye1k-b9jhl9Wr90fOC-oKjKukxceBEdnxezC8-4lDewh00RtFbc68USC-rVPwDQTrm7C-6pfwRZ6oC9cYpm8uFAZeNwU/s72-c/1Q413346064.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3908747531151270602</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T02:45:27.823+05:00</atom:updated><title>The Blog &quot; Logo &quot;</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/103/thelogo.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 250px;&quot; src=&quot;http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/103/thelogo.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:150%;&quot;&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The 1st Logo For this BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-logo_13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-7368988365526346441</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T02:09:39.790+06:00</atom:updated><title>A Letter To Someone Who Will Never Read It</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR4DrmFREWH6SyoT16r1fHA_96OVJjU5czCbVync1jj4P18VFLFeSXjIHBaWfQ3ql9Mq3An9DsHzo7lEADiGN9pcWRdVP_dNA4t871G2KQdkp5uH9Plhlbhkdml77IDpKEaQr6Onev3g/s1600-h/73_58.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR4DrmFREWH6SyoT16r1fHA_96OVJjU5czCbVync1jj4P18VFLFeSXjIHBaWfQ3ql9Mq3An9DsHzo7lEADiGN9pcWRdVP_dNA4t871G2KQdkp5uH9Plhlbhkdml77IDpKEaQr6Onev3g/s320/73_58.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397002639066703314&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear You, how could you break my heart and think everything is OK? I loved you and you left me for another girl. I know the reason; I wouldn&#39;t give you what you wanted. I wasn&#39;t ready, and apparently she was! You said it didn&#39;t matter if I wasn&#39;t ready, you loved me for me.Yet, when another girl who is willing comes along, you leave me as fast as you can. You tell everyone what you&#39;re going to do before you even let me know. So why is it that I had to be the last one to know? You don&#39;t think it could be worse then that? Well it can. You were such a wimp, that you couldn&#39;t even tell me yourself! Now as I think about our relationship, I realize that I wasted 4 and half months on you! You weren&#39;t even that special to me, I just let myself think that you were! You&#39;ve been flirting with some girls who I thought were my friends, but apparently you&#39;ve turned them against me. You made me feel small by the things you said. You gave me the reputations as a slut. Why would you tell people that we did those things? Does it make you look better, like more of a man? You don&#39;t even feel any guilt about what you did, and that is basically like screaming that you have no heart and care for no one but yourself. Now you tell people you&#39;re with my old friend, and everyone thinks she&#39;s cheating on her boyfriend that is here. You try and make me jealous by saying all the girls like you and it&#39;s so hard to choose one, but I know the truth. No one really does like you. I guess it makes you feel better by saying those things because you know it makes me hurt. I&#39;m getting over you so fast now that I&#39;ve found someone much better then you ever were to me. In only a couple weeks, I&#39;ve realized that I care more for him then I ever cared for you! Now doesn&#39;t that make you feel great? Probably not, but after every hurtful thing you&#39;ve said or done to me, I think it&#39;s your turn to take some of my pain that you&#39;ve caused. Can you believe its been 5 months since we were together, and you still have the power to hurt me? Well not anymore, I don&#39;t need you and I never will again. So you can have all those girls who would give you anything, but leave me out of all of that. Thanks for everything, but now, just stop talking to me. You try and are friends but I hate you and I&#39;d like it if we never spoke again! So in order to forget you, I guess this is goodbye. Maybe someday we&#39;ll see each other in the long run, but until then you&#39;re only a memory. I have to forget about the past, and focus on what&#39;s happening now. You can&#39;t hurt me forever. So goodbye and good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ----- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-someone-who-will-never-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ѕρσι|є∂ ρяιη¢єѕѕ)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAR4DrmFREWH6SyoT16r1fHA_96OVJjU5czCbVync1jj4P18VFLFeSXjIHBaWfQ3ql9Mq3An9DsHzo7lEADiGN9pcWRdVP_dNA4t871G2KQdkp5uH9Plhlbhkdml77IDpKEaQr6Onev3g/s72-c/73_58.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4100309214580423525</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T18:52:52.388+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>Sadness ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Wrc_ji9lhJsZAg6pNdBSgkm-FvUHsUVVZGf-hPtiVru-rcF_QmuOGBjrYtCcW28e27A1DJFMd3PWlfSfXvZ-NPMX8IoeWC2qk5ZrQ0GVQyYBpVoAZcPfaFrdiFHmyetKDV01i59RXAg/s1600-h/26055172.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 319px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Wrc_ji9lhJsZAg6pNdBSgkm-FvUHsUVVZGf-hPtiVru-rcF_QmuOGBjrYtCcW28e27A1DJFMd3PWlfSfXvZ-NPMX8IoeWC2qk5ZrQ0GVQyYBpVoAZcPfaFrdiFHmyetKDV01i59RXAg/s320/26055172.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642111694769842&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you my hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the best&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were sincere&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you my  trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  I thought you were mine&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-you-were_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Wrc_ji9lhJsZAg6pNdBSgkm-FvUHsUVVZGf-hPtiVru-rcF_QmuOGBjrYtCcW28e27A1DJFMd3PWlfSfXvZ-NPMX8IoeWC2qk5ZrQ0GVQyYBpVoAZcPfaFrdiFHmyetKDV01i59RXAg/s72-c/26055172.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4211274872232111901</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-16T03:08:17.047+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love Story</category><title>Another Love Story &quot;  Abortion &quot;</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNz6vapKed7CcgizwKAlzpvnqsmNakuG_S5qJmioWhta-gZhF9AUmtIqI8gRnQNRWxdlZQikuH_bdDHOR6sFT4AWlHoP6tMqI9Vof9L1shygvfX-Fxvv9N4UrghyphenhyphenibVqpD8xrnPc5mM7k/s1600-h/2703.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNz6vapKed7CcgizwKAlzpvnqsmNakuG_S5qJmioWhta-gZhF9AUmtIqI8gRnQNRWxdlZQikuH_bdDHOR6sFT4AWlHoP6tMqI9Vof9L1shygvfX-Fxvv9N4UrghyphenhyphenibVqpD8xrnPc5mM7k/s320/2703.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384612187615425954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was 15 at the time when I thought I met the boy I was going to spend the rest of my life with but that all changed very fast.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eight months into our relationship he cheated on me. I was devastated! I cried myself to sleep for nights. He was not only my boyfriend but my best friend, I never knew love could hurt so much until that day.&lt;p&gt;I loved him so much I forgave him. Nine months into our relationship I found out I was pregnant. But I wasn&#39;t disappointed because we both wanted to have a baby together. But he cheated again. He hurt me so bad I thought the only way I could keep him was to keep the baby. I was soon four months pregnant, my mom found out but worst of all was my dad found out too. I felt like I let them down.&lt;p&gt;I thought about everything and how stupid I was to think he was going to change and that he really loved me. I came to find out the best thing for me was abortion. &lt;p&gt;It was the hardest decision of my life. I soon broke it off between me and him, he begged me to be with him, of course but I knew what was best for me and, yes, I loved him more than anything but I had to move on with my life and it hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I am 18 years old and he now has a baby by another girl, and I wonder all the time what it could have been like if I would have kept my baby and it hurts me everyday...&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to thank you-for allowing us to part cause now i am slowly getting back my heart you know you really hurt me but now i have found the person with the missing key with him its not as game it sure is a shame that you couldn&#39;t be that way cause now i&#39;ll have to keep memory&#39;s of u away. I still hope that you are okay and that our paths will cross again someday right now i am still feeling a little low but hopefully by then i will be done letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySaF206cZ-n2N8GhwF4HJs_KKV2pp7sKmBUXNlZPFweQJA7zIMs0SOU6JgdA48DFamShiBzbAhRsJQ9TTYFn5MKRN9wU6MxaHPngDzUj3P7v6o8UcfIgLUjQMuboCH7T_qbrHxBciwms/s72-c/LOL.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-98409168635571228</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T00:49:34.345+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>I know you didn&#39;t mean to make me cry...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgM_fAkh4aA7FVmlcFDjpcXZifQ3qDKGH0Ajoza5qrrPDgDfYIhNbgJrbb7JakbQGP1JIG8bRW2NkOggsnrX7H7lrOd-bttHwyB1Qppoasz_vRbj-LAoT7gXVd_6EpXSk6QHySRIIOZNs/s1600-h/emptyness.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgM_fAkh4aA7FVmlcFDjpcXZifQ3qDKGH0Ajoza5qrrPDgDfYIhNbgJrbb7JakbQGP1JIG8bRW2NkOggsnrX7H7lrOd-bttHwyB1Qppoasz_vRbj-LAoT7gXVd_6EpXSk6QHySRIIOZNs/s320/emptyness.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343546376749169202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone hurts you its hard to let go of the pain.....I know and see you struggle with anger and pain&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to see is that the pain is often our own dreams crashing to the ground and they are the very things that hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you happiness and I love you. My love for you is childlike, innocent and pure and came out of the blue and hung just on a feeling but it was the strongest feeling I ever felt. I surrender my dreams because they may hurt you and I would rather bear the hurt than pull at you at the very time you are falling in love. I feel tears and sorrow deeply inside and nobody will see it or can calm it. Its part of me now this familiar sadness and hollow and hopelessness. The very sadness I had been running from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever fought for me and I don&#39;t expect anyone ever will.  But, knowing you love someone and that you don&#39;t feel the same for me....I know how the story ends. I&#39;ve known for some time but I wanted to hang on a little longer. I&#39;m sorry only that I met you as a married man and not when I was free. The fault is all mine and my sadness too. But in my dreams, which were unrestrained, I had a happy life with you and you were good to me...and that is my sadness; knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and scream and cry but everything feels bound up tightly inside; only veins and muscles twitch and salty sleepless tears form and slowly fall. Today I have no dreams, no true home ...only tears and my only fear is that they will remain forever.  Whatever God has now chosen for me, I am just now a feather in the wind and feel unworthy of love.  The trailing whisps of dreams are not enough to bear the weight of my sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my tears dry, I hope you know I still care and I will not abandon you if you need a friend or a shoulder to lean on.  You are still precious and you are in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.... I know you didn&#39;t mean to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-didnt-mean-to-make-me-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgM_fAkh4aA7FVmlcFDjpcXZifQ3qDKGH0Ajoza5qrrPDgDfYIhNbgJrbb7JakbQGP1JIG8bRW2NkOggsnrX7H7lrOd-bttHwyB1Qppoasz_vRbj-LAoT7gXVd_6EpXSk6QHySRIIOZNs/s72-c/emptyness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-120203880013729355</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T00:34:45.830+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">BrokenHeart</category><title>Every Morning i Think ....</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_Ql460uCqXIxMU27bJtLRumo0-oh7M2NvTe6puLfppQ693Z2YJzSJ9hZW2Yl3J9JNKcuIiTze7ThssAOkiRm53d699EVuXENHH7Bl_pSGxE6ul43807JJ7dtD5Eu68dWno8ZoQgqkzU/s1600-h/Thinking.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_Ql460uCqXIxMU27bJtLRumo0-oh7M2NvTe6puLfppQ693Z2YJzSJ9hZW2Yl3J9JNKcuIiTze7ThssAOkiRm53d699EVuXENHH7Bl_pSGxE6ul43807JJ7dtD5Eu68dWno8ZoQgqkzU/s320/Thinking.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343542629093610418&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at the sky thinking about what we had and what could have been. To believe we were going to last forever was impossible to think, but I did. Now I am left with a broken heart. Even though what we had wasn&#39;t real, the pain and heartbreak you put me through was completely real. But even after what you did to me, every morning when I awake I ask myself, will my heart burn with desire for your love? Will I die if I don&#39;t feel your touch? Will my lips burn if I don&#39;t feel your lips touch mine? Because my heart&#39;s one desire was and still is your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-morning-i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_Ql460uCqXIxMU27bJtLRumo0-oh7M2NvTe6puLfppQ693Z2YJzSJ9hZW2Yl3J9JNKcuIiTze7ThssAOkiRm53d699EVuXENHH7Bl_pSGxE6ul43807JJ7dtD5Eu68dWno8ZoQgqkzU/s72-c/Thinking.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>