<?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/opensearch/1.1/' 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' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIFQnY4eCp7ImA9WhNRGU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484</id><updated>2012-11-14T13:11:53.830-08:00</updated><title>Someone You Miss</title><subtitle type='html'>This page is a collection of poems, lyrics, and reflections about life, love, relationships, spirituality, soul, feelings, loss, death, hope, fear, joy, nature, ecstasy, addiction, passion, art, music, and people. I hope you that find one or more that you can relate to and I would love to hear your thoughts on all of the mysteries of life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIFQnY_eyp7ImA9WhNRGU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-3720760876106592023</id><published>2012-11-14T13:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-14T13:11:53.843-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-14T13:11:53.843-08:00</app:edited><title>I Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;
How I can be so weak&lt;br /&gt;
And so strong&lt;br /&gt;
On the same day&lt;br /&gt;
How fast a person's kindness&lt;br /&gt;
Can turn to cruelty&lt;br /&gt;
How the cause and the cure&lt;br /&gt;
Is much too often&lt;br /&gt;
The same thing&lt;br /&gt;
Why it's so hard to admit&lt;br /&gt;
That what I want&lt;br /&gt;
And what I need&lt;br /&gt;
Are rarely the same thing&lt;br /&gt;
Why they say you can't run&lt;br /&gt;
Away from your problems&lt;br /&gt;
When sailing away on Lake Erie&lt;br /&gt;
And climbing the Smokies&lt;br /&gt;
And making new friends&lt;br /&gt;
In a small Irish village&lt;br /&gt;
Are the only things&lt;br /&gt;
That ever really&lt;br /&gt;
Allowed me to heal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-3720760876106592023?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3720760876106592023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/3720760876106592023?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/3720760876106592023?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08NSX44fSp7ImA9WhJbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-2514256787226607419</id><published>2012-09-26T10:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-26T10:18:18.035-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-26T10:18:18.035-07:00</app:edited><title>Your Color Is Starting To Fade (from a special guest poet!)</title><content type='html'>Please see more of this poet's work here:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://noorkab4.blog.com/2012/09/25/your-color-is-starting-to-fade/"&gt;http://noorkab4.blog.com/2012/09/25/your-color-is-starting-to-fade/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Your Color is Starting to Fade&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Everytime I try to look at your face;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself, I need to look away;&lt;br /&gt;No… I have come to learn that it’s not hate;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my need to move away from you;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid hurting my soul again;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid being held hostage by your soul;&lt;br /&gt;You used to make me feel safe;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m staring in to a black hole;&lt;br /&gt;No one can see anything, no one can escape.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, for I have sinned in your presence;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not as innocent as it seems;&lt;br /&gt;Yes… I have had a taste of pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;In seeing you suffer, bent on your knees.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t bring my self to forget;&lt;br /&gt;That horrid moment when he decided to take me away;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoyed that he made me suffer;&lt;br /&gt;My soul lost in his shadows, ever since that day.&lt;br /&gt;I am the fear;&lt;br /&gt;And I fear myself;&lt;br /&gt;I am my only salvation;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t seem to forgive or forget.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my red rose;&lt;br /&gt;For I am going to throw you away;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is no longer red enough to remind me;&lt;br /&gt;That tommorow will always be a new day.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my red rose;&lt;br /&gt;As your petals fall away ;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories we shared;&lt;br /&gt;Carved inside of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Always on my tongue, always on display.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, they fall around me in circles;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t want me to leave, but I can no longer stay;&lt;br /&gt;The past is keeping me from believing;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to wait for;&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer red;&lt;br /&gt;You can no longer stay.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-2514256787226607419?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2514256787226607419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/your-color-is-starting-to-fade-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2514256787226607419?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2514256787226607419?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/your-color-is-starting-to-fade-from.html' title='Your Color Is Starting To Fade (from a special guest poet!)'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEESXw_eip7ImA9WhJbEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-5976701516172651993</id><published>2012-09-17T11:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-18T19:43:28.242-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-18T19:43:28.242-07:00</app:edited><title>The Shoes I Couldn't Fill</title><content type='html'>For so long my life was haunted&lt;br /&gt;
By the shoes I couldn't fill&lt;br /&gt;
Of someone I'd never even met&lt;br /&gt;
And likely never will&lt;br /&gt;
I knew you had loved her very much&lt;br /&gt;
But I hoped in time you would move on&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't understand your need to cling&lt;br /&gt;
To things that are long gone&lt;br /&gt;
And I've found it's useless to compete&lt;br /&gt;
With your version of the past&lt;br /&gt;
You remember only the happiness&lt;br /&gt;
And forget why it didn't last&lt;br /&gt;
So I had to let you go&lt;br /&gt;
I was playing a game I'd never win&lt;br /&gt;
The gate around your heart is locked&lt;br /&gt;
And you'll never let me in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-5976701516172651993?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5976701516172651993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-shoes-i-couldnt-fill.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/5976701516172651993?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/5976701516172651993?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-shoes-i-couldnt-fill.html' title='The Shoes I Couldn&apos;t Fill'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4DSXw4eyp7ImA9WhJUEkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-2986828353009293623</id><published>2012-09-09T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-09T19:26:18.233-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-09T19:26:18.233-07:00</app:edited><title>The Saddest Thing</title><content type='html'>What would be the saddest thing?&lt;br /&gt;To die without scars?&lt;br /&gt;To miss all the best sunsets&lt;br /&gt;Because we are too busy attending&lt;br /&gt;To unimportant matters?&lt;br /&gt;To never kiss in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;Or dance in rain?&lt;br /&gt;Will we regret the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Or the avoidance of it?&lt;br /&gt;Is the saddest thing to settle&lt;br /&gt;For your heart's second choice&lt;br /&gt;To be your life's companion?&lt;br /&gt;Or to not realize&lt;br /&gt;That one can rarely grow&lt;br /&gt;Without overcoming the fear&lt;br /&gt;Of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;Is the saddest thing to understand&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;That it cost something&lt;br /&gt;To be who you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-2986828353009293623?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2986828353009293623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-saddest-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2986828353009293623?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2986828353009293623?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-saddest-thing.html' title='The Saddest Thing'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYCQ3g-fSp7ImA9WhJVGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-2349928813893204347</id><published>2012-09-06T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T07:36:02.655-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-06T07:36:02.655-07:00</app:edited><title>Why Can't We Stop This</title><content type='html'>Go ahead and make me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Until you turn me into something&lt;br /&gt;You no longer need&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you hurt me bad enough&lt;br /&gt;The pain of staying&lt;br /&gt;Will be worse than the pain of leaving&lt;br /&gt;And I can finally be free&lt;br /&gt;Of this cycle we call love&lt;br /&gt;I want you to leave&lt;br /&gt;And never come back&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come back&lt;br /&gt;Please come back&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you one more time&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;Just so we can forgive each other&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is our "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we stop this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-2349928813893204347?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2349928813893204347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/why-cant-we-stop-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2349928813893204347?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2349928813893204347?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/why-cant-we-stop-this.html' title='Why Can&apos;t We Stop This'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QAQXk-fip7ImA9WhJVF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-3935746751488145131</id><published>2012-09-03T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-03T17:42:20.756-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-03T17:42:20.756-07:00</app:edited><title>The Version of You That Loved Me</title><content type='html'>I've learned all too well&lt;br /&gt;
That there are many versions of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
Multiple characters that we play&lt;br /&gt;
Depending on where we are&lt;br /&gt;
In space, in mind, in time&lt;br /&gt;
And like the sky changes&lt;br /&gt;
We too change&lt;br /&gt;
From one version of ourselves to another&lt;br /&gt;
And so I justed wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;
Before you leave for good&lt;br /&gt;
What ever happened&lt;br /&gt;
To the version of you that loved me?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it still there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for a better day?&lt;br /&gt;
Or did I kill it off somehow&lt;br /&gt;
By my cruelty and my lies?&lt;br /&gt;
You know that I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;
To have that version of you back&lt;br /&gt;
But I've just got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;
It just doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;
Anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-3935746751488145131?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3935746751488145131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-version-of-you-that-loved-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/3935746751488145131?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/3935746751488145131?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-version-of-you-that-loved-me.html' title='The Version of You That Loved Me'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUGQ3sycSp7ImA9WhJSGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-4549772271152350425</id><published>2012-07-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T21:30:22.599-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-07-08T21:30:22.599-07:00</app:edited><title>Making Peace With The Ghosts of Our Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Today I
heard the song that played&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
The night I
met my future wife&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But now that
she is dead and gone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
That song
cuts me like a knife&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Of course
painful memories hurt us all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But
sometimes good ones hurt the most&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
There must
be someplace I could go&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Where I’m not
haunted by her ghost&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
It’s not
just her memories that haunt me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But those of
other friends I’ve lost&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
So many glorious
days I’ve had&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But why must
now I pay the cost?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I feel good
memories should be cherished&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Instead of
avoided like the plague&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But nostalgia
can feel like an evil curse&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
So for simple
peace of mind I beg&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Perhaps I’m
simply oversensitive&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
To
everything that time will take&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
And memories
are just reminders&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
That I own
nothing that can’t break&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But I must
find a way to stop my ghosts&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
From letting
me move on&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Life’s too
short to get depressed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Every time I
hear a song&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
So I
listened to that song again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But this
time I let the ghosts appear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Instead of
fighting back the image&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Out of
anger, hurt, and fear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I saw the
ghosts of who we were back then&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
One of her
and one of me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But instead
of cursing them for their return&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I wished
them well and set them free&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Although I
knew their paths would soon diverge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
I had to
believe they would cross once more&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
In another
life and another place&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Wonderful
reunions are in store&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Perhaps ghosts
just seek acknowledgement&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
We all have
pasts we cannot save&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
But although
paths diverge and people die&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
Our souls
exist beyond grave&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-4549772271152350425?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4549772271152350425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/07/making-peace-ghosts-of-our-past.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4549772271152350425?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4549772271152350425?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/07/making-peace-ghosts-of-our-past.html' title='Making Peace With The Ghosts of Our Past'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYHQH87cCp7ImA9WhJWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-6412462337773721201</id><published>2012-06-09T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-20T21:42:11.108-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-20T21:42:11.108-07:00</app:edited><title>The End of You Missing Me</title><content type='html'>I don't think that anything&lt;br /&gt;
Will ever hurt me as bad&lt;br /&gt;
As the end of you missing me&lt;br /&gt;
It's like I'd never really lost you&lt;br /&gt;
Until the moment of realization&lt;br /&gt;
That I never cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And I prayed every night for a year&lt;br /&gt;
"Please don't let him him forget me"&lt;br /&gt;
But you forgot me&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;
If I don't exist in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
Then I don't exist at all&lt;br /&gt;
I used to be&lt;br /&gt;
Your first call&lt;br /&gt;
And I can't get that back&lt;br /&gt;
No I doubt I'll never recover&lt;br /&gt;
From falling out of your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-6412462337773721201?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6412462337773721201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/end-of-you-missing-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/6412462337773721201?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/6412462337773721201?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/end-of-you-missing-me.html' title='The End of You Missing Me'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMDR3Y9fCp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-2351149744685255786</id><published>2012-06-02T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:27:56.864-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:27:56.864-07:00</app:edited><title>The Saddest Thing</title><content type='html'>What would be the saddest thing?&lt;br /&gt;
To die without scars?&lt;br /&gt;
To miss all the best sunsets&lt;br /&gt;
Because all are too busy attending&lt;br /&gt;
To unimportant matters?&lt;br /&gt;
To never kiss in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;
Or dance in rain?&lt;br /&gt;
Will I regret the pain?&lt;br /&gt;
Or the avoidance of it?&lt;br /&gt;
Is the saddest thing to settle&lt;br /&gt;
For your heart's second choice&lt;br /&gt;
To be your life's companion?&lt;br /&gt;
Or to not realize&lt;br /&gt;
That one can rarely grow&lt;br /&gt;
Without overcoming the fear&lt;br /&gt;
Of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;
Is the saddest thing to understand&lt;br /&gt;
Too late&lt;br /&gt;
That it cost something&lt;br /&gt;
To be who you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-2351149744685255786?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2351149744685255786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/saddest-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2351149744685255786?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2351149744685255786?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/saddest-thing.html' title='The Saddest Thing'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEIAQXo_eyp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-426291545752233261</id><published>2012-06-02T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:29:00.443-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:29:00.443-07:00</app:edited><title>I Lie</title><content type='html'>I lie&lt;br /&gt;
You cry&lt;br /&gt;
But the truth would kill us&lt;br /&gt;
And tears can dry&lt;br /&gt;
I play&lt;br /&gt;
You stay&lt;br /&gt;
I doubt I'll ever understand&lt;br /&gt;
How we got this way&lt;br /&gt;
I bleed&lt;br /&gt;
You bleed&lt;br /&gt;
We just won't admit&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not what you need&lt;br /&gt;
I fight&lt;br /&gt;
You bite&lt;br /&gt;
Inside we both know&lt;br /&gt;
Something just isn't right&lt;br /&gt;
I miss&lt;br /&gt;
You kiss&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight we can agree&lt;br /&gt;
Ignorance is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-426291545752233261?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/426291545752233261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/426291545752233261?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/426291545752233261?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-lie.html' title='I Lie'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEINSXgyeSp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-6206417346811235975</id><published>2012-06-02T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:29:58.691-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:29:58.691-07:00</app:edited><title>Maybe I Should Have Cried</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have cried&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe then you would have known&lt;br /&gt;
How much your leaving hurts me&lt;br /&gt;
How could you leave me on my own?&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should have shook my head&lt;br /&gt;
When you asked if I'd fine&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of promising I'd survive&lt;br /&gt;
A life without you mine&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should have blocked the door&lt;br /&gt;
And pleaded that you stay&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of just pretending&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted it this way&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should have spoken up&lt;br /&gt;
And tried to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;
Does this mean you never loved me?&lt;br /&gt;
How could I be so blind&lt;br /&gt;
And it probably wouldn't have mattered&lt;br /&gt;
If I'd begged you not to run&lt;br /&gt;
But at least I'd know then what I did&lt;br /&gt;
Was all I could have done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-6206417346811235975?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6206417346811235975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/maybe-i-should-have-cried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/6206417346811235975?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/6206417346811235975?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/maybe-i-should-have-cried.html' title='Maybe I Should Have Cried'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IDRno6eyp7ImA9WhNREEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-2467196314397042305</id><published>2012-06-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-04T17:39:37.413-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-04T17:39:37.413-08:00</app:edited><title>Don't Haunt Me Tonight</title><content type='html'>Please don't haunt me tonight&lt;br /&gt;
You're just a ghost&lt;br /&gt;
A phantom of the person&lt;br /&gt;
I'll always love the most&lt;br /&gt;
But now I need a love that's real&lt;br /&gt;
I long for someone I can touch&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of only feel&lt;br /&gt;
So please don't linger now&lt;br /&gt;
You need to set me free&lt;br /&gt;
You need to let me go&lt;br /&gt;
Please&lt;br /&gt;
I'm tired of avoiding streets&lt;br /&gt;
So I don't have to feel you&lt;br /&gt;
It hurts to be here&lt;br /&gt;
With you gone&lt;br /&gt;
But I am&lt;br /&gt;
And I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;
Because if I can find&lt;br /&gt;
Another love that's real&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I can heal&lt;br /&gt;
A little&lt;br /&gt;
So please don't haunt me tonight&lt;br /&gt;
Let me learn to be alright&lt;br /&gt;
On my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-2467196314397042305?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2467196314397042305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/dont-haunt-me-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2467196314397042305?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/2467196314397042305?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/dont-haunt-me-tonight.html' title='Don&apos;t Haunt Me Tonight'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAFR3kzcCp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-1813721961342367165</id><published>2012-06-02T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:31:56.788-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:31:56.788-07:00</app:edited><title>Mirror Lies</title><content type='html'>Mirror, mirror, on the wall&lt;br /&gt;
The fairest one you cannot know&lt;br /&gt;
But all the girls still flock around&lt;br /&gt;
And believe the image that you show&lt;br /&gt;
Pick me, pick me, the girls all say&lt;br /&gt;
To be the one to shine today&lt;br /&gt;
With lovely hair and sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;
They worship you and believe your lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-1813721961342367165?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1813721961342367165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/mirror-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/1813721961342367165?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/1813721961342367165?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/mirror-lies.html' title='Mirror Lies'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEACQ34zfip7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-4053718223116166706</id><published>2012-06-02T14:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:32:42.086-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:32:42.086-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm Always Late Now</title><content type='html'>I'm always late now&lt;br /&gt;
I was never late before&lt;br /&gt;
When you were here&lt;br /&gt;
But now there is so much danger&lt;br /&gt;
In idle moments&lt;br /&gt;
I can't be left alone&lt;br /&gt;
With my memories&lt;br /&gt;
So I try to fill every minute&lt;br /&gt;
With something else&lt;br /&gt;
Anything else&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so tired of trying to stuff my mind&lt;br /&gt;
With random things&lt;br /&gt;
So that I can go on with life&lt;br /&gt;
Without you&lt;br /&gt;
But perhaps someday I'll learn&lt;br /&gt;
That the only thing worse&lt;br /&gt;
Than the pain of missing you&lt;br /&gt;
Is constantly trying to avoid it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-4053718223116166706?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4053718223116166706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/im-always-late-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4053718223116166706?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4053718223116166706?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/im-always-late-now.html' title='I&apos;m Always Late Now'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEANSH0-fCp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-8614601112968047880</id><published>2012-06-02T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:33:19.354-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:33:19.354-07:00</app:edited><title>It Hurts To Miss You</title><content type='html'>It hurts to miss you&lt;br /&gt;
But it hurts just as much&lt;br /&gt;
To try not to&lt;br /&gt;
I hate that I can't stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;
But I'm so tired of constantly trying&lt;br /&gt;
To think of something else&lt;br /&gt;
Of anything else&lt;br /&gt;
I hate those moments when I swear&lt;br /&gt;
I can almost feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt;
But I hate the moments more&lt;br /&gt;
When I feel nothing but emptiness&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to love you&lt;br /&gt;
But I can't think of anything worse&lt;br /&gt;
Than never loving you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-8614601112968047880?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8614601112968047880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/it-hurts-to-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/8614601112968047880?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/8614601112968047880?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/it-hurts-to-miss-you.html' title='It Hurts To Miss You'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8MRHw4cSp7ImA9WhVbFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-4987718645148922437</id><published>2012-06-02T14:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T14:34:45.239-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-02T14:34:45.239-07:00</app:edited><title>The Wrong Road</title><content type='html'>I was on the road&lt;br /&gt;
To having everything&lt;br /&gt;
That I was "supposed" to want&lt;br /&gt;
A successful and lucrative career&lt;br /&gt;
A caring and devoted husband&lt;br /&gt;
A nice house in a nice area&lt;br /&gt;
Clothes and furniture and cars and vacations&lt;br /&gt;
And I really tried to want it all&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn't&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to be alone more&lt;br /&gt;
And see more sunrises&lt;br /&gt;
And catch up with old friends&lt;br /&gt;
And smell more flowers&lt;br /&gt;
And read more books&lt;br /&gt;
And play more songs&lt;br /&gt;
And write more stories&lt;br /&gt;
And take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;
And watch more films&lt;br /&gt;
And have more conversations&lt;br /&gt;
That keep me up all night&lt;br /&gt;
And I wanted to laugh more&lt;br /&gt;
And spend more time on beaches&lt;br /&gt;
And ride more waves&lt;br /&gt;
And drink more wine&lt;br /&gt;
And climb more mountains&lt;br /&gt;
And drive along the coast at sunset&lt;br /&gt;
So I did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-4987718645148922437?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4987718645148922437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/wrong-road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4987718645148922437?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/4987718645148922437?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/wrong-road.html' title='The Wrong Road'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cDQ3s5eyp7ImA9WhJWFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7824210274266320484.post-1264564169674294839</id><published>2012-06-02T13:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T11:31:12.523-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-08-19T11:31:12.523-07:00</app:edited><title>I Haven't Lost You Yet</title><content type='html'>I haven't lost you yet&lt;br /&gt;
I still talk to you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;
And think of stories I will tell you&lt;br /&gt;
And of what will make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;
And what will make you angry&lt;br /&gt;
Or shocked, or excited, or sad&lt;br /&gt;
I still think of things in terms&lt;br /&gt;
Of how you would feel about them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't lost you yet&lt;br /&gt;
Because I still have a closet full of clothes&lt;br /&gt;
That smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;
And if I can still smell you&lt;br /&gt;
Then you can't be really gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't lost you yet&lt;br /&gt;
Because I still have eleven voice mails&lt;br /&gt;
Where you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;
And if I can still hear you&lt;br /&gt;
Then you can't be really gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7824210274266320484-1264564169674294839?l=someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1264564169674294839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-havent-lost-you-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/1264564169674294839?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7824210274266320484/posts/default/1264564169674294839?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://someoneyoumiss.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-havent-lost-you-yet.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Lost You Yet'/><author><name>Kara Monterey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/111774937347054639964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-b-LSmICzLls/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TSlfhWidM8M/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>