<?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-5761587529981896448</id><updated>2011-08-03T11:32:18.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Full Of Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5761587529981896448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391523066808438378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vi-U_khB_qs/R6QLvNdHukI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Mq80RyJwUls/S220/Stephie%27s+stuff+y%27ll+010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761587529981896448.post-5618375075177159574</id><published>2008-02-22T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:26:15.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never meant to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;can I say Im sorry?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;And yes I regretted all these mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;but i know you must have your reasons,&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i invading in on your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Was i too close for comfort?&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out,&lt;br /&gt;When im wanting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time  you've been telling me lies,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Now that i asked you,I knew I was right,&lt;br /&gt;But if you turn your back on me now,&lt;br /&gt;When i need you most,you chose to let me down,&lt;br /&gt;Would you think about what you're about to do to me and back down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My &lt;strong&gt;emo &lt;/strong&gt;animal-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761587529981896448-5618375075177159574?l=aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vi-U_khB_qs/R6QLvNdHukI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Mq80RyJwUls/S220/Stephie%27s+stuff+y%27ll+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761587529981896448.post-8941686515325826570</id><published>2008-02-07T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:58:54.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem from my darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love to you is patient,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is kind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does not envy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does not boast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not self seeking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not easily angered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not proud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not rude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It keeps no record of wrongs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It always protects,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always trusts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always preseveres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-from my darling-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761587529981896448-8941686515325826570?l=aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8941686515325826570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5761587529981896448&amp;postID=8941686515325826570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5761587529981896448/posts/default/8941686515325826570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5761587529981896448/posts/default/8941686515325826570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/2008/02/poem-from-my-darling.html' title='A poem from my darling'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391523066808438378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vi-U_khB_qs/R6QLvNdHukI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Mq80RyJwUls/S220/Stephie%27s+stuff+y%27ll+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761587529981896448.post-8314399802272075499</id><published>2008-02-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:37:38.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The phone call.</title><content type='html'>As i look into your beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I pictured walking down the aisle with you,&lt;br /&gt;You always got me mesmerised,&lt;br /&gt;When i thought you liked me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a delibrate lie?&lt;br /&gt;Or just another stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;Did you intend to see me cry?&lt;br /&gt;and leave me destitude in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it  an &lt;em&gt;indication to convey something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Or were you playing with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it may be the wrong timing,&lt;br /&gt;i went on nursing the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call came in one unlucky day,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello this is Cassandra here"&lt;br /&gt;Listening to what she had to say,&lt;br /&gt;I got the message clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephanie Thong-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761587529981896448-8314399802272075499?l=aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vi-U_khB_qs/R6QLvNdHukI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Mq80RyJwUls/S220/Stephie%27s+stuff+y%27ll+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761587529981896448.post-2952468523114090589</id><published>2008-02-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:43:50.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>Hug me throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;By the shore of sea we sat,&lt;br /&gt;Oh!What a romantic sight,&lt;br /&gt;Such tale of chivalry we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands on top of his,&lt;br /&gt;He clasp me firmer in his arms,&lt;br /&gt;On my cheek he planted a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would be my perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling together like love birds,&lt;br /&gt;Comforted by the warmth of golden sand,&lt;br /&gt;With the moonlight reflected upon us,&lt;br /&gt;i wished the love story would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he gave me the last kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow started to overcome my body,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would be the night i will miss,&lt;br /&gt;For he was the right one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephanie Thong-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761587529981896448-2952468523114090589?l=aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2952468523114090589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5761587529981896448&amp;postID=2952468523114090589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5761587529981896448/posts/default/2952468523114090589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5761587529981896448/posts/default/2952468523114090589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aheartfullofpoems.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-kiss.html' title='The Last Kiss'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391523066808438378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vi-U_khB_qs/R6QLvNdHukI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Mq80RyJwUls/S220/Stephie%27s+stuff+y%27ll+010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761587529981896448.post-4255712990355596986</id><published>2008-02-01T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:06:10.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He never left me</title><content type='html'>Thrusted into my throbing heart,&lt;br /&gt;Her killer language murdered me,&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to worsened the cut,&lt;br /&gt;She was reluctant to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hinged barrier slam shut,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me faced against the fastened door,&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal emotions were about ot start,&lt;br /&gt;Until i saw a light reflected upon the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dread and distress were replaced by happiness,&lt;br /&gt;As i turn to face the light,&lt;br /&gt;He had indeed destroyed the curse,&lt;br /&gt;Because my sorrows were not in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing a warm affection,&lt;br /&gt;I knew He was always in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;He waited for the door to be opened,&lt;br /&gt;To gently mend my deepened cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times He was around,&lt;br /&gt;It was I who did not greet Him,&lt;br /&gt;He went away without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the right time to be let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephanie Thong-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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