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A collection of inspirational poems that express My insightful journey through life, love, and the spiritual realm.</description><link>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Luckyless" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Luckyless</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><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'm Wrong?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SwfcJn79hkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CMuWmiF0S8M/s1600/n896345563_1338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SwfcJn79hkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CMuWmiF0S8M/s400/n896345563_1338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&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'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'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-5275644638626603002?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/BjRtn9guiOI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/BjRtn9guiOI/im-wrong.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SwfcJn79hkI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CMuWmiF0S8M/s72-c/n896345563_1338.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-wrong.html</feedburner:origLink></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>2009-11-13T21:22:33.127+05:00</atom:updated><title>Love &amp; Anger ?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sv2HL8wsFGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9oU2ZFtS-_s/s1600-h/1Q413346064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sv2HL8wsFGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9oU2ZFtS-_s/s400/1Q413346064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403623767273116770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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'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 " DAD when will my fingers grow back? " &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 " LOVE you DAD". 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 "" 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 ""&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-7325661714755630635?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/pRv5hQryGB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/pRv5hQryGB4/love-anger.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sv2HL8wsFGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9oU2ZFtS-_s/s72-c/1Q413346064.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-anger.html</feedburner:origLink></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 " Logo "</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/103/thelogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 250px;" src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/103/thelogo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-3908747531151270602?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/YMHmB3M-nJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/YMHmB3M-nJM/blog-logo_13.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-logo_13.html</feedburner:origLink></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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SuYBTkFqpdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gzHpFUTQQpo/s1600-h/73_58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SuYBTkFqpdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gzHpFUTQQpo/s320/73_58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397002639066703314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&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't give you what you wanted. I wasn't ready, and apparently she was! You said it didn't matter if I wasn'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'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't think it could be worse then that? Well it can. You were such a wimp, that you couldn'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't even that special to me, I just let myself think that you were! You've been flirting with some girls who I thought were my friends, but apparently you'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'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're with my old friend, and everyone thinks she's cheating on her boyfriend that is here. You try and make me jealous by saying all the girls like you and it'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'm getting over you so fast now that I've found someone much better then you ever were to me. In only a couple weeks, I've realized that I care more for him then I ever cared for you! Now doesn't that make you feel great? Probably not, but after every hurtful thing you've said or done to me, I think it's your turn to take some of my pain that you'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'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'd like it if we never spoke again! So in order to forget you, I guess this is goodbye. Maybe someday we'll see each other in the long run, but until then you're only a memory. I have to forget about the past, and focus on what's happening now. You can'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-7368988365526346441?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/MxKMnqWf7t8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/MxKMnqWf7t8/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SuYBTkFqpdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gzHpFUTQQpo/s72-c/73_58.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-someone-who-will-never-read.html</feedburner:origLink></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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroY61f_S4I/AAAAAAAAAws/O1rYmSOdP-k/s1600-h/nightmare+--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroY61f_S4I/AAAAAAAAAws/O1rYmSOdP-k/s400/nightmare+--.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384643703547579266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckyless &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4100309214580423525?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/Bg3nuULhhwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/Bg3nuULhhwA/sadness.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroY61f_S4I/AAAAAAAAAws/O1rYmSOdP-k/s72-c/nightmare+--.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/09/sadness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3000637276177809069</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T18:41:59.019+06:00</atom:updated><title>I Thought You Were ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroXeLYtDrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RX3gyDBaSC4/s1600-h/26055172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroXeLYtDrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RX3gyDBaSC4/s320/26055172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642111694769842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-3000637276177809069?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/-JXsHWFO92Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/-JXsHWFO92Q/i-thought-you-were_23.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroXeLYtDrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RX3gyDBaSC4/s72-c/26055172.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-you-were_23.html</feedburner:origLink></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>2009-09-23T16:50:40.342+06:00</atom:updated><title>Another Love Story "  Abortion "</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Srn8QXgOdaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ksalo0Iziwo/s1600-h/2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Srn8QXgOdaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ksalo0Iziwo/s320/2703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384612187615425954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;br /&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;br /&gt;I loved him so much I forgave him. Nine months into our relationship I found out I was pregnant. But I wasn'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;br /&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. 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4211274872232111901?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/86hO-dU1XE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/86hO-dU1XE4/i-thought-you-were.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Srn8QXgOdaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ksalo0Iziwo/s72-c/2703.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-you-were.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3950756762004718014</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T21:53:52.963+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>i Lost Everything =(</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SorNGiBN_jI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-Kswv-5fHKE/s1600-h/585566_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SorNGiBN_jI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-Kswv-5fHKE/s320/585566_1222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371331017687563826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream about you and i lost my breath,  i saw you and i lost my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my heart and i lost my hope,       i gave you my love and i almost lost my life.  ~ I Lost Everything ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-3950756762004718014?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/4LVUdpCFkyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/4LVUdpCFkyw/i-lost-everything.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SorNGiBN_jI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-Kswv-5fHKE/s72-c/585566_1222.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-everything.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-6902895243244747258</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T20:56:47.423+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>Pieces of ME</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STu_qI8pYeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/U4Paqu89P7s/s1600-h/The+Title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STu_qI8pYeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/U4Paqu89P7s/s320/The+Title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277022119071932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Pieces of my heart hold hurt in their soul and cry out any life left in them in its tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent and empty moments filled with broken promises ; is where loneliness lives with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb and cold memories have become the meaning to my love and meaningless to my reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-6902895243244747258?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/AwkrdVE_bds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/AwkrdVE_bds/pieces-of-me.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STu_qI8pYeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/U4Paqu89P7s/s72-c/The+Title.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/12/pieces-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-6678782115562513662</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T20:57:51.261+06:00</atom:updated><title>My Star !!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrkHTPLYpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/fFP42NvXLLQ/s1600-h/s3_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrkHTPLYpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/fFP42NvXLLQ/s320/s3_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366852720039518866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:160%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~If I had a star for every time you brightened my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be holding the galaxy in my hands~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-6678782115562513662?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/2yClVkaDzJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/2yClVkaDzJo/my-star.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrkHTPLYpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/fFP42NvXLLQ/s72-c/s3_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-star.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-6541393223239855978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T20:46:42.235+06:00</atom:updated><title>Letting Go..</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrsK-tOwzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dMpusg3fD5o/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrsK-tOwzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dMpusg3fD5o/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861579340923698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost a year since the end,still my heart hasn't been able to completely mend.. cant u see what u did to me? i guess I'll have to let the past be. 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't be that way cause now i'll have to keep memory'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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-6541393223239855978?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/yOg7r9KaSk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/yOg7r9KaSk4/letting-go.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SnrsK-tOwzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/dMpusg3fD5o/s72-c/LOL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go.html</feedburner:origLink></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't mean to make me cry...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigXHkr1ujI/AAAAAAAAAus/1LDZMLczayw/s1600-h/emptyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigXHkr1ujI/AAAAAAAAAus/1LDZMLczayw/s320/emptyness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343546376749169202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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't expect anyone ever will.  But, knowing you love someone and that you don't feel the same for me....I know how the story ends. I've known for some time but I wanted to hang on a little longer. I'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't mean to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-98409168635571228?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/erC_G5pqopY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/erC_G5pqopY/i-know-you-didnt-mean-to-make-me-cry.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigXHkr1ujI/AAAAAAAAAus/1LDZMLczayw/s72-c/emptyness.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-you-didnt-mean-to-make-me-cry.html</feedburner:origLink></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="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigTtblIE7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/iruUnAZUdDU/s1600-h/Thinking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigTtblIE7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/iruUnAZUdDU/s320/Thinking.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343542629093610418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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'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't feel your touch? Will my lips burn if I don't feel your lips touch mine? Because my heart's one desire was and still is your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-120203880013729355?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/Q57yDMu18lo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/Q57yDMu18lo/every-morning-i-think.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigTtblIE7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/iruUnAZUdDU/s72-c/Thinking.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-morning-i-think.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-2903835171264794271</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-05T00:23:15.658+06:00</atom:updated><title>Waiting...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigQ6AGOIZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/8BOy2cgr480/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigQ6AGOIZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/8BOy2cgr480/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539546519642514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've let me down, you've let me believe, you've walked away and you let me grieve.&lt;br /&gt;You told me your life, and i told you mine, we told each other everything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Secret loving was the game that we played, leaving me with a heart now frayed.&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance, you had to decide, once again you chose her, it killed me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I am not brave enough to tell you, im not strong enough to walk away, you will know in time, hopefully one day.&lt;br /&gt;One day your gonna realize what you really missed, the way you took my heart and crushed it in your fist.&lt;br /&gt;I say that i wont be there again for you to just break me, but i know that i will, how long will it take me?&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that i am so vulnerable to you, after all you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant walk away, your all that i want, so i will wait until i have our love to flaunt.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point where i just dont care how long it takes, ive made bad choices, ive made mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess you'll be another one to add to the list, but atleast this time, i'll take my heart from your fist.&lt;br /&gt;I know one day, we'll come through, so when you finally wake up, i'll be here, waiting..for you...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-2903835171264794271?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/Lofg-WtQ4I8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/Lofg-WtQ4I8/waiting.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SigQ6AGOIZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/8BOy2cgr480/s72-c/waiting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4782208003447858273</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T00:36:11.659+06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>Forever Love =)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Setuy_wIZ8I/AAAAAAAAAts/AYmNT5cRGfY/s1600-h/7313099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Setuy_wIZ8I/AAAAAAAAAts/AYmNT5cRGfY/s320/7313099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326472806681569218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew, that we'd spend this life side by side I still feel the same though you are so far away I swear that you'll always be mine, forever love I promise you someday we'll be together forever love, I wont give up no matter what I'll be waiting for you forever love.Minutes and hours and years may go by but my heart knows nothing of time so dont cry just keep me right there in your dreams and hold onto these words of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Forever love I promise you someday we'll be together forever love I wont give up no matter what I'll be waiting for you forever love is the road to our destiny nothing can change what is meant to be forever love no I wont give up no matter what I'll be waiting for you forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4782208003447858273?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/etzk-wSIYCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/etzk-wSIYCA/forever-love.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Setuy_wIZ8I/AAAAAAAAAts/AYmNT5cRGfY/s72-c/7313099.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/04/forever-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-5211860069303610081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T23:35:14.339+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>Hurt Me Again</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sa7IxMRmtII/AAAAAAAAAs4/2DBCDpelVCQ/s1600-h/Couple.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sa7IxMRmtII/AAAAAAAAAs4/2DBCDpelVCQ/s320/Couple.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309401758150603906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All i seem to think about is you, I sit here and try not to cry. Everyone is asking me why, why am I so dam depressed. I say it's nothing, but they know it's something. You are the reason!!! I love you so much, but it hurts so bad, to know that I can't have your tender touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days n nights are so lonely, I think I might be going crazy. Your love is the only thing I need in this world, and without you I'm not whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing you and not being able to be with you, I hate to see you laugh, cuz I know I am hurting so deep inside. Why should you be happy when I can't even laugh without you popping in my mind. My laugh turns to tears......... Why can't I get over you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life, my world seems so blue. Nothing makes me happy anymore. You took your love away, and I fell apart! but it seems like you don't even care! So why sould I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just forget about you, I hurt you so now I guess you have to hurt me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-5211860069303610081?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/5V4O9dbyboM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/5V4O9dbyboM/hurt-me-again.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/Sa7IxMRmtII/AAAAAAAAAs4/2DBCDpelVCQ/s72-c/Couple.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurt-me-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-1079641743188376834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T23:46:44.363+05:00</atom:updated><title>AnjaaN Chehra...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SZRt99lD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qBMcBiuHZ_s/s1600-h/Anjaan+Chehra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SZRt99lD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qBMcBiuHZ_s/s320/Anjaan+Chehra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301983572591366546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Koi Anjaan Jab Apna Ban Jata Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najanay Kyun Wo Bohat Yaad Ata Hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laakh Bhulana Chaho Us Chehray Ko Magar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aks Us ka Har Cheez Main Nazer Aata Hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-1079641743188376834?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/QVapjs_5sCs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/QVapjs_5sCs/anjaan-chehra.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SZRt99lD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qBMcBiuHZ_s/s72-c/Anjaan+Chehra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/02/anjaan-chehra.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-922654478776318857</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 09:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T14:30:02.378+05:00</atom:updated><title>illusion</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SY_3KvJfznI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2WAnoo5KYQk/s1600-h/3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SY_3KvJfznI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2WAnoo5KYQk/s320/3242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300727050265415282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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.... 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. I'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've been spending time thinking of happy moments we had. And keep pretending the truth that we're far from each other.(totally far from each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somehow this heart of mine would learn to accept reality and be contented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...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 'bout you..and here is the time!!!..maybe its too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-922654478776318857?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/j8Fo-2GwaZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/j8Fo-2GwaZk/illusion.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SY_3KvJfznI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2WAnoo5KYQk/s72-c/3242.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/02/illusion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4062881150052419446</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T11:09:05.806+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luckyless</category><title>I Will Never Let You Go...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SWg7eRkmBwI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUY_wLooiNM/s1600-h/None.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SWg7eRkmBwI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUY_wLooiNM/s320/None.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289543153645651714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have loved and lost, for so long my heart lay shattered and broken. I have given up on life and pieces of my heart scattered, have left it bleeding, numbing with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came along, patiently you picked them up, unceasingly healing it back with the warmth of your love. Slowly my heart began to feel again, like a flower awakening to the warmth of the sun. Bringing life and it's splendor back in existence into my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet with all the love you showered, the care you've lavished, reluctance still lurks in my heart and mind. You've given me everything and asked for nothing. Healed my heart, given me hope and selflessly asked that I let you love me in return. That was all you've ever asked from me, yet even that I didn't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame you, everyone and everything has it's limit... even love... It's true that you never know what you have until you've lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 8 years since I left you and never a day pass that I don't think of you. It maybe late, maybe you've found someone who loves you and you love in return. Maybe you have now the kids you've always wanted and would have given up because for me. Maybe you're now living the life that you've always wanted, a loving wife, bunch of kids, homecooked dinners and picnics on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that I'm happy for you, and that the love and care you've shown and given me was never a waste. It maybe a little late, but winter gave way to spring and I have you to thank for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we weren't meant to be together in this lifetime, maybe you were meant just to heal my heart so that it'll know your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next lifetime when we meet, my heart will know you and remember your love. And by then my true love, I will never let you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4062881150052419446?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/hxe7XM5BB5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/hxe7XM5BB5U/i-will-never-let-you-go.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SWg7eRkmBwI/AAAAAAAAArY/mUY_wLooiNM/s72-c/None.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-never-let-you-go.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-5373082496614762153</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T01:33:52.905+05:00</atom:updated><title>Walking Out</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SVkzAhOpqkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MkFG4oOuDXM/s1600-h/8h912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SVkzAhOpqkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MkFG4oOuDXM/s320/8h912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311721708825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Watching you walk out of my life hasn't made me bitter or cynical about love, but rather,&lt;br /&gt;it has shown me that if I wanted so badly to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-5373082496614762153?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/Qrl_7fRTS5o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/Qrl_7fRTS5o/walking-out.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SVkzAhOpqkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MkFG4oOuDXM/s72-c/8h912.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/12/walking-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-2480770183170331220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-07T16:29:27.657+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dying Hope</category><title>My Dying Hope</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STuziQ8a3cI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LdnPZiCm4AY/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STuziQ8a3cI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LdnPZiCm4AY/s320/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277008789639978434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You used to be mine, but in my stupidity, we end up there. I regret those times, but I had nothing to do for it. I just hope and wait for you to come back. But yet I saw you with her. Right away I loose it all, I never bother to wait for you, I taught myself to forget you though it kills me so hard. From the time I saw myself contented of not having you in my life, destiny played me so bad. You came in my way again, begging for my help. With tears behind my eyes I accept your hand waiting for me to hold. From the day I started to ease your pain I know how much I would regret after all. But yet I never mind, as long as I could help you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend time together. And I found myself so happy with you. Days had past I realized again how much you mean to me, deeper than before. I also saw you so contented, never having a blot of pain anymore. I just think everything is so fine and forever be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow then, I am so happy seeing you. Wearing those smile came from your very heart. Then shocked me for those very long hug, then whisper me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Thank you for the help, I know you still love me, and I appreciate that very much. I know that when I am happy you’ll be very happy too,. And you know what, she call me last night, she wants me to be with her again, I am so happy that I can’t wait for this morning to see her again. But I’m here asking for your permission if you will allow me to be happy forever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking myself into pieces, I answered you “yes” ..you kissed me goodbye and walk away without seeing how much you kill me. Though that would be a forever wound.., I can take it even forever just to make you reach your forever happiness. I’ll just be here with my -Dying Hope-.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-2480770183170331220?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/7crz_XovAq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/7crz_XovAq0/my-dying-hope.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STuziQ8a3cI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LdnPZiCm4AY/s72-c/31.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dying-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4882019297995717234</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T03:58:28.047+05:00</atom:updated><title>Wo Chand</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STHIqV5cBMI/AAAAAAAAAps/_KC0NXyJxQ0/s1600-h/Love_me_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STHIqV5cBMI/AAAAAAAAAps/_KC0NXyJxQ0/s320/Love_me_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274217268385678530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wo Chand Chup Gaya Muje Raat Sooonp Kar, Ankhon ko Intezaar Ke Lamhaat Soonp Kar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Shahks Tha Jo Muj se Bicher Gaya, Ankhon Ko Meri Mosam-e-Barsaat Soonp Kar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4882019297995717234?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/fdYu1syJABA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/fdYu1syJABA/wo-chand.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/STHIqV5cBMI/AAAAAAAAAps/_KC0NXyJxQ0/s72-c/Love_me_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/11/wo-chand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-3629382211156243744</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T03:15:43.261+05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Ring</category><title>The Ring &lt;3</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SSXhbfE67pI/AAAAAAAAApk/jhQYfRNuHsw/s1600-h/0P12R05938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SSXhbfE67pI/AAAAAAAAApk/jhQYfRNuHsw/s320/0P12R05938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270866801221889682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; A girl was sitting on a chair at the gas station she worked at. She looked up and saw her boyfriend walk in. As he was looking at snacks, a man walked in and pointed a gun at her. He had been admiring her ring her boyfriend had given to her as a token of his love. When he asked her to give it to him, she said no. Her boyfriend looked up just in time to see her shot. He ran over to the killer and beat him over the head with a hammer that was for sale. Then he ran and called 911. When the ambulance came, he was sobbing uncontrollably near his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came over and felt for her pulse. Then he stood up and said she was still alive. Later at the hospital, as he was sitting beside her, he asked"Why didn't you just give him the ring?" and then she softly spoke"Because when you gave it to me, you said it was part of your love for me and I knew if I gave him the ring, I would lose that love." The next day, she was pronounced dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-3629382211156243744?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/y0ICwwxBBFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/y0ICwwxBBFg/ring-3.html</link><author>SlowPoison@msn.com (luckyless)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SSXhbfE67pI/AAAAAAAAApk/jhQYfRNuHsw/s72-c/0P12R05938.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-1991690880578183706</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T15:34:39.742+05:00</atom:updated><title>Island Of Feelings</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_24AunyXI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhHYfsbEL0E/s1600-h/Island+of+Feelings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_24AunyXI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhHYfsbEL0E/s320/Island+of+Feelings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269201531175422322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived on dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-1991690880578183706?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/k8cfmAOpYGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/k8cfmAOpYGo/island-of-feelings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ѕρσι|є∂ ρяιη¢єѕѕ)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_24AunyXI/AAAAAAAAACA/nhHYfsbEL0E/s72-c/Island+of+Feelings.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/11/island-of-feelings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6057479923141724654.post-4135295237724855831</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T15:29:17.636+05:00</atom:updated><title>The Perfect Gift</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_14JYyhII/AAAAAAAAAB4/1ivAPrNSEIY/s1600-h/11243326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_14JYyhII/AAAAAAAAAB4/1ivAPrNSEIY/s320/11243326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269200433988142210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Love is always building up. It puts some line of beauty on every life it touches. It gives new hope to discouraged ones, new strength to those who are weak. It helps the despairing to rise and start again. It makes life seem more worthwhile to everyone into whose eyes it looks. Its words are benedictions. Its every breath is full of inspiration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6057479923141724654-4135295237724855831?l=luckyless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Luckyless/~4/CuhvoF2t_QU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Luckyless/~3/CuhvoF2t_QU/perfect-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ѕρσι|є∂ ρяιη¢єѕѕ)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FxxZmgYUPT0/SR_14JYyhII/AAAAAAAAAB4/1ivAPrNSEIY/s72-c/11243326.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://luckyless.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-gift.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
