<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:16:59.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity in its most difficult and complex form//.</title><subtitle type='html'>this is just a site, like many sites such as ap.net (awesome) where i write down my stuff, thoughts, questions ect...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-6264296257045156667</id><published>2009-02-21T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:52:40.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>agian?</title><content type='html'>tears roll down my face&lt;br /&gt;i remember you&lt;br /&gt;i remember.&lt;br /&gt;how we would stay up all hours of the night&lt;br /&gt;how ild wait for you to rapp on my door&lt;br /&gt;how i would call you on your way to school&lt;br /&gt;how i would call you when i got home&lt;br /&gt;how i would tie up the phone for you&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days&lt;br /&gt;tears fall down my face knowing the girl "you didn't like"&lt;br /&gt;is now with you&lt;br /&gt;and here i am&lt;br /&gt;i have a new one now&lt;br /&gt;better than you ever were&lt;br /&gt;but he has a best friend&lt;br /&gt;he hangs out with her too&lt;br /&gt;im scared she'll fall for you&lt;br /&gt;though im sure she does already&lt;br /&gt;you will probably leave me for her someday&lt;br /&gt;just like him&lt;br /&gt;you didnt even say i love you before you hung up&lt;br /&gt;of cource&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle the worry agian&lt;br /&gt;i want to trust you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-6264296257045156667?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6264296257045156667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=6264296257045156667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/6264296257045156667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/6264296257045156667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/agian.html' title='agian?'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-5378864787622899222</id><published>2008-12-18T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:43:25.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a calming sensation to hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to feel you touch exhale rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tender soothing still and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im falling into your open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to feel your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;against my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a perfection in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to steal a moment is no crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relax your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;let me hold you from behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fall gently against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fall sleepy, feel calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im always here no need to alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a soft kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;against your neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tingles sent down your entire body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;let me whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;only to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a solid figure appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now pinned to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a repetitive thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so much tension i want to take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to pleaseand to pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i will show you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ill be gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ill set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;screaming and shaking and moaning some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feel our bodies on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pinned me down to unleash me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now its time to set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-5378864787622899222?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5378864787622899222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=5378864787622899222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5378864787622899222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5378864787622899222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sex.html' title='sex'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-1764863131860731075</id><published>2008-12-18T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:36:59.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a subconscious statepart asleep but part awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you come in but i dont hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a soft and gentle, tired, clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;unsure of what i see is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;are you here, is it you i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;warm and tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;an amazing darkness, light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i get closer to feel you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it feels so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;are you here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my heart stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;to a quiet room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a possibility of perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;or certain doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;who is lying with me in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;is it you kissing my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i turn my head to see my shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;your really here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a smile breaks through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my joyful face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a perfect moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-1764863131860731075?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1764863131860731075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=1764863131860731075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/1764863131860731075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/1764863131860731075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/awake.html' title='awake'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-4120894679574584116</id><published>2008-12-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:32:43.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;there had to be something abut that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;some kind of passion in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in that moment all was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;there had to be something about that nigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ti can see forever in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;something about you made things alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i was in a trance from your eyes so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it was the moment i fell in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;there had to be something about that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;some kind of spell, you had to sayin that moment all was okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;there had to be something about that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i could see perfection in your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;something about it made me stay a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i was stunned by your words too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it was the moment i fell in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-4120894679574584116?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120894679574584116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=4120894679574584116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4120894679574584116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4120894679574584116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/moment.html' title='the moment'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7460915063098439869</id><published>2008-12-18T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:31:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i give you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;please dont squeeze it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gently keep it in your palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so it may rest quiet and calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you may choose to give it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you do i will lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a holder for my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it wont mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ill keep mine in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its only solid protection land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;trying to find someone to hold it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone to embrace it tenderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you do keep it my promise is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i will always be in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7460915063098439869?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7460915063098439869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=7460915063098439869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7460915063098439869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7460915063098439869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-chance.html' title='second chance'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-5735825249899036429</id><published>2008-12-18T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:45:30.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cure/medication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;when i look in the sky&lt;br /&gt;i find the answers to why&lt;br /&gt;why i have you and your touch&lt;br /&gt;why i love you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;why i have you here for me&lt;br /&gt;how youve made me so happy&lt;br /&gt;i love you babe i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;and you are my cure to feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-5735825249899036429?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5735825249899036429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=5735825249899036429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5735825249899036429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5735825249899036429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/curemedication.html' title='cure/medication'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-304534506554756003</id><published>2008-12-18T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:28:32.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;his touch is a power so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;his smile makes my heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i have waited for him for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and what we have will always defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when he kisses me i always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;he always knows what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ild walk to see him by the mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ill never give this love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when you hold me i feel at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when im with you i never want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when im with you im not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i hope this love wil grow and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when im with you the clouds dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i swear you are my one last chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-304534506554756003?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/304534506554756003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=304534506554756003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/304534506554756003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/304534506554756003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-chance.html' title='last chance'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-2714672199214735148</id><published>2008-12-18T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:26:57.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;dont touch my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i know it will break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i know your a thief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;its what you will take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-2714672199214735148?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2714672199214735148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=2714672199214735148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/2714672199214735148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/2714672199214735148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-liner.html' title='one liner'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-3309080201092053286</id><published>2008-12-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:26:23.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the thought of you in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;its not too long before i find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;myself dreaming of you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;together us two, theres nothing to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;for you protect me from all that is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;if i were a tree yould be the bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a sheild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;from disasterous things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and that is what your thought brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-3309080201092053286?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3309080201092053286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=3309080201092053286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/3309080201092053286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/3309080201092053286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/messy.html' title='messy'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7067546529157756815</id><published>2008-12-18T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:25:18.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>used to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;your candle burns bright in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;with no light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;squeeze tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;stay and love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;last the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;choose to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;not to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;light your candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;watch the glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a shadows cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;looks like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;smiles too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;overjoyed to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to feel the warmth in your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;windows opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;candles out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;smoke fills my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cant scream or shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;stuck unable to live or breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cling to your shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7067546529157756815?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7067546529157756815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=7067546529157756815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7067546529157756815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7067546529157756815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/used-to-be.html' title='used to be'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-4460548631459800027</id><published>2008-12-18T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:24:02.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i say sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i mean it allit just means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i can hardly wait for your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;without my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there wouldnt be light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with out my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my life wouldnt be bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when skies are grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you make them clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i feel like (scratched out-you are my one and only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i can have you for all my years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you are the only sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in all the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the thought of which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;makes me dream of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(my ex gave that back to me when we broke up lmao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-4460548631459800027?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4460548631459800027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=4460548631459800027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4460548631459800027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4460548631459800027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-for-reminder.html' title='thanks for the reminder...'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-4967691752791964733</id><published>2008-12-18T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:22:51.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the thought of you makes my heart skip a beat and being with you is such a treat i miss you much when your away i hope that you will always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-4967691752791964733?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4967691752791964733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=4967691752791964733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4967691752791964733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/4967691752791964733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-fucker.html' title='stupid fucker'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-6881132462505610681</id><published>2008-12-18T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:22:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is my boy tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My hands are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My arms are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And my mind is trapped in thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Help me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Be on my mind instead of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don’t know What I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’m at a road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And have no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Which way to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Time catch up with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I want someone to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’m stuck in a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’m lost in a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Writing up poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That awkwardly rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marking a tree stump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With our names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now that it’s over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I guess that’ll change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its still raining outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your arms surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My vision was clouded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’m now so warm and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your embrace’ll save me from any storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-6881132462505610681?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6881132462505610681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=6881132462505610681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/6881132462505610681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/6881132462505610681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-is-my-boy-tonight.html' title='where is my boy tonight?'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8309286771641647874</id><published>2008-12-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:20:18.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the words i never said</title><content type='html'>What you can't see&lt;br /&gt;What you can't know&lt;br /&gt;It still has me wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let go I'm confused with no questions&lt;br /&gt;That I have left to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone on these cushions thoughts passing the day&lt;br /&gt;What is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;Who will this please&lt;br /&gt;Who can I go to to answer all these&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in a labarinth of situations in my head&lt;br /&gt;Closed hands to the questions left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;To the words we never said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-8309286771641647874?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8309286771641647874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=8309286771641647874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8309286771641647874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8309286771641647874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-words-i-never-said.html' title='to the words i never said'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8581991585017874370</id><published>2008-12-18T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:19:06.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is no get out of jail free card "boy you better role those dice 'til you get doubles" I'm so sick of waiting around for you to realize what it is you want I'm not the kind of girl who wants to get caught so I stay away I'm stuck inside this glass room again problems pass through and in and it stops here there's a line drawn in the false hopes of all the fates and meant to be's I kind of like what your saying too bad I see the warning signs saying your not mine you belong to someone else and your collars a little tight there darling and you want me to help loosen it up? You've got to choose you've got one thing with me and another for her both are worth saving but what's worth fighting for ild love to wait around forever baby but you know ild just get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-8581991585017874370?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8581991585017874370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=8581991585017874370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8581991585017874370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8581991585017874370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-2685067717020935686</id><published>2008-12-18T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:17:58.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow hourglass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darkness falls upon my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This red stream comes to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When thoughts have time to flourish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you save me from my self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or am I destined to be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One last scar to ease the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cold, white and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No time to bestow or invest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In anything that may come of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve walked among the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I have come upon a path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One in which I’m not sure will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I’m trying to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For as long as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if it’s right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it’s an action with no plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So fall into the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And walk along the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause with you I don’t see pain anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You’re selling me a bargain that I can’t resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope what happens will cut down the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What else is there to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What else is there to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I know is; I enjoy this time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s a slow hourglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I know what’s happening at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I am unsure of is how you’re going to bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s make it or break itLeft turn, or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You’re the only one who can decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whether you want darkness or light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-2685067717020935686?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2685067717020935686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=2685067717020935686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/2685067717020935686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/2685067717020935686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-hourglass.html' title='slow hourglass'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8356897556402817533</id><published>2008-12-18T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:12:45.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;somewhere hiding beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;not what you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but you can pick me apart internally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;beneath the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;under it all you will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im not what you can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im not what you can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im not of any senses i never liked them much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you can still breath me ina delicate pefect sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;your heart with every pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i am your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;running through your veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;through every aspect of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im your soul im your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im the one somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-8356897556402817533?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356897556402817533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=8356897556402817533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8356897556402817533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/8356897556402817533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/somewhere.html' title='somewhere'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7271070280360852287</id><published>2008-12-18T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:11:14.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is...</title><content type='html'>her eyes are clouded over, you wish you knew what is on her mind&lt;br /&gt;her hair is blowing in the wind outside&lt;br /&gt;and the snow is falling all behind&lt;br /&gt;and your stunned that such beauty and perfection is in sight&lt;br /&gt;but how can you wonder&lt;br /&gt;when its all you ever hadits always there&lt;br /&gt;her hand in yours is all youll ever need her mind and her soul&lt;br /&gt;will furfill and always feedwhat ever you want&lt;br /&gt;what ever you wish for&lt;br /&gt;she'll be there&lt;br /&gt;friends last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7271070280360852287?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7271070280360852287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=7271070280360852287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7271070280360852287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7271070280360852287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-is.html' title='she is...'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7128250180983106757</id><published>2008-12-18T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:10:06.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one knows me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Staring at the window through the glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You can see everything that’s been done to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;With your honest smile and your spirit free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can see myself falling And I don’t know what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pick me up before you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And make sure I’m on my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cause if I’m lagging behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know I’ll never catch up to speed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Crawling on my hands and knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blood scraped and bruised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No one believes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;How can they look at me in the eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And tell me I’m a girl who always lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They don’t know who I am anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am stuck here and can’t get away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Trapped behind a constant smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Crying behind it all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And no one knows me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hiding beneath it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Every mask I wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Will they ever fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can’t feed these flames any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It’s a wildfire in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lying hours on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Staring at the ceiling with no answers to why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can’t find myself underneath this sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It gets harder to breathe with every breath I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And every morning until I never wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I’m crawling on my hands and knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blood scraped and bruised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No one believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7128250180983106757?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7128250180983106757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=7128250180983106757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7128250180983106757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/7128250180983106757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-one-knows-me.html' title='no one knows me'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8415477856874695634</id><published>2008-10-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:47:34.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have lost who i was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so i see him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;\and i know what hes thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he wants to be next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but knows i cant be that for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so hes with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and hell stare at me while he kisses her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wishing my lips were pressed agianst his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and when i see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i see every moment we were together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i wanted him forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i know somethings missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and my heart is forever broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will never be the same person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i cant trust anyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and love is much more than i had hoped for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"they told me it was pefect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am broken and seeing how he hurt me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will never let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ill just have to slip into another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another girl inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wear a smile when im around him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and pretend to be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im not ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im not ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i wont ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and in my heart i read his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i have lost who i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i cant find her anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hes put a lock behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what i thought was an open door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we used to talk about every single thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and now he stares at me cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like i am nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;inside him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its me he wants to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ill have to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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was'/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-5237695292152693303</id><published>2008-03-28T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:14:13.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-5237695292152693303?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5237695292152693303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=5237695292152693303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5237695292152693303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/5237695292152693303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-are-living-endnine-month-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenheartedAMY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295228685514615508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7284171115720598516</id><published>2008-01-19T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:46:16.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like my writing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;im blind, i thought i told you to turn of that light, old un-relaible, i hope you stay, my heart attack just worsened today, and im still praying for tomorrow and living for yesterday, making mistakes that won't go away, i can still see the stars, in the sky that night, we slept on the couch outside on the hill by my house, do you remember how i died in your arms...watching the star shower i wish i had been there, inside of you, was it really true all those words you spoke or lies, you make make me sick, and you never called i sat there all night long, i knew you wouldn't in my mind, but you forced my heart to believe it, i guess it was unforunate i left my heart on the line, ever since you hung up, i have been fine, in the sense that "mornings feel like midnight" and "headaches cause me to smile"...i don't get it either so stop asking what it means, i envy what you are, because its all i have ever known, i watched you walk away that night, i saw the street lamp die, the darkness swallowed you into hell, i hope i never see you agian, i love you too, don't worry its forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7284171115720598516?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7284171115720598516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-7907933810899459541</id><published>2008-01-19T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:35:55.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the one who envies me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;im deeply distorted inside, depressed, and sincerly divinely alone, though i wear a mask to seem okay its not true, im a fake, a liar, acting my way with smiles through life...inside im screaming for help out of this darkness...you envy me, when i am only what noone wishes to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-7907933810899459541?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8369304336809780992</id><published>2008-01-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T09:23:44.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem i wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stale hearted, i see my eyes inside your soul, turning into ashes, breathing into your sweet lungs, fire sets in your apartment, and i wished you had drowned, in the tears that fell the night i left home without you, i swallowed pills to make you go away but part of me still feels you here, hoping you have disappeared into non-exsisting times where i was never born, i never would have felt your anguish in "that love", tell me that line agian, the one "i'll never leave", that is a promise broken, i said i would believe, either way its me alone in this broken room, lights will flicker in memories of you, still i see your parents house in the dark corner of my mind, never welcome in there agian so looking at the freeway underneath this window will have to do, lying lifeless on the black top, your words out of my brain, oh my god, don't you say the lords name in vain...."she promised you everlasting" , what you got was a bus pass to stop breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-8369304336809780992?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8369304336809780992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=8369304336809780992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R5IYQ6-dhoI/AAAAAAAAACA/1_uRsMvn758/s1600-h/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157211202280851074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R5IYQ6-dhoI/AAAAAAAAACA/1_uRsMvn758/s320/sony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;mee likey stuff too...so lets see what do i like...i like the sony ericsson and the samsung double flip phone... i also like  zunes, my boyfriend has one, its like a better version of the ipod, i love it :)...i will post the pictures of the double flip and zune later, but check it out on google :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-4678849608313921301?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R5IYQ6-dhoI/AAAAAAAAACA/1_uRsMvn758/s72-c/sony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-8125710774466226208</id><published>2008-01-19T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:15:16.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my night watching the simpsons movie, pizza, my friend, and my sick boyfriend :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah, so i rented movies..1408 and the simpsons movie...ordered in a pizza and invited my friend jamie-lee over, i waited around til midnight when my boyfriend got off work to come see me...and give me a hug before going home...lately he has been working like crazy, he has two jobs, and school, i have singing lessons, play practise, and a job...we hardly have time together, but now on top of everything hes sick, and he never gets sick...and when he does, its bad...he showed up coughing and conjected, i felt so bad i just wantred to hold him all night long...make him feel better, it felt like we were married and he was coming home from work...it was cute, than this morning he was on his way to work and popped in...hew stayed for almost and hour...and i got him some neo-citron...watching him throw up...and develop a fever....i felt so bad for him...so i got him a cold cloth, he sat on my lap and i took care of him...it was adorable, i love him so much, it was a moment in life where looking into is eyes makes me melt...he is my shooting star, my wish come true, if you knew him you'ld love him too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-8125710774466226208?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-9121244055879036436</id><published>2008-01-18T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:28:24.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic! panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my boyfriend told me they broke up...and i was like what the fuck they are releasing a new song. they can't be...and then i see that they got rid of the ! how i will miss the ! in panic at the disco, notw i have to change my favorite music from panic! at the disco, to panic at the disco...im sorta bummed but hey, same guys, same music, its alllll good, so i have no clue who im writing to, whoever reads this i guess, no one probably ever will, but if you do make i comment saying "i did" and i will laugh and say thank you out loud, even though you won't hear me, hehehe so im chewing some nice EXTRA BUBBLEMINT gum, and in my school's lovely library, "working" on a nutrition assignment on "healthy snacking"....SNACKING IS MADE TO BE JUNKY, what is wrong with the world, i swear my project will be called PROTEST AGIANST HEALTHY SNACKING, and my food choice will be triple chocolate something...muffins, cookies, cake...i don't know i will come up with something, i could be watching our school's basket ball team ream another school but i have to finish the project to watch the game...which doesn't make sense since its due thursday?...im so weird that im writing to nobody, im a total creeper aren't i...then you go to pete wentz's profile and he gets 55 comments and stuff, when i have none, people read his and noone reads mine, oh well maybe some da i will be known...pete's lyrics are amazing aren't they, though FUTCT is pretty much sexual inuendos, lol i live for the old stuff, but rock out and dance to the new stuff, im excited for the dvd and the album to come out next, yay, the documentry should be fun, watching random crap lol, hopefully we'll actually get to see some real stuff and no more, oooh ashlee is taking pete away from the band crap...so dumb, anyway, ta-ta for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-9121244055879036436?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9121244055879036436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978278152918603343&amp;postID=9121244055879036436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978278152918603343/posts/default/9121244055879036436'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155503274175858274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wG6a-dhmI/AAAAAAAAABk/IMPYY8CuyWA/s320/ppeeete.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wHsK-dhnI/AAAAAAAAABs/8fLnU-mLOeI/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155504128874350194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wHsK-dhnI/AAAAAAAAABs/8fLnU-mLOeI/s320/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wGiq-dhlI/AAAAAAAAABc/1JxLvuYLkSI/s1600-h/hemmmmmmmmy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502866153965138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wGiq-dhlI/AAAAAAAAABc/1JxLvuYLkSI/s320/hemmmmmmmmy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i made these, i think they are pretty sweet, i hope you like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wFIq-dhhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DkPznneViBE/s1600-h/bloodcellspix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155501319965738514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wFIq-dhhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DkPznneViBE/s320/bloodcellspix.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amy alice//.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-607838810257180321?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/SQXypQo8FCI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKrO7w9fv7c/S220/qmy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4wG6a-dhmI/AAAAAAAAABk/IMPYY8CuyWA/s72-c/ppeeete.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978278152918603343.post-1268824744880765903</id><published>2008-01-14T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:26:45.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem i wrote during our break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4v8E6-dhdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1oyK-7ZJ2zk/s1600-h/peterrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491359936579026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8P-cG66gUBg/R4v8E6-dhdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1oyK-7ZJ2zk/s320/peterrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pete wentz is my inspiration, he is my favorite writer, i fall in love with his lyrics, like i fall for my boyfriends eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;aftermath-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i don't think kissing you ever felt so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;you held me tighter than i thought you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;it just keeps me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;your tender agressiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i fall for you with every kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;if its over, and you force your lips upon mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'll come back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sincere and divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;so light headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i want you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;how is it i ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;you tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;say you'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and now im stuck alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;strangling to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thinking of moments i thought would last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;and now that its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;present is past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978278152918603343-1268824744880765903?l=brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenheartedamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1268824744880765903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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