<?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-18024820</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:46.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-115803567667348604</id><published>2006-09-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:34:36.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>Upon how many stars have I wished? &lt;br /&gt;Out how many daisy petals have I pulled?&lt;br /&gt;The rhymes and traditions I have fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;To bring me to you&lt;br /&gt;All were worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-115803567667348604?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115803567667348604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=115803567667348604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/115803567667348604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/115803567667348604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-113269481929332529</id><published>2005-11-22T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:26:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[untitled]</title><content type='html'>You are my falling star.&lt;br /&gt;On starry nights you are what I look for&lt;br /&gt;You brighten my evening with even the most brief appearance&lt;br /&gt;I have wished upon you for years,&lt;br /&gt;and now you are mine to catch whenever you fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-113269481929332529?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/113269481929332529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=113269481929332529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/113269481929332529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/113269481929332529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled.html' title='[untitled]'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986974172182261</id><published>2005-10-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:42:21.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Teardrops steaming.&lt;br /&gt;Where do they all go?&lt;br /&gt;A pool, gleaming, reflecting, still as can be?&lt;br /&gt;Do streams run from all over the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we all cry when no one is looking?&lt;br /&gt;Does the pool know every sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Every sigh, and deep dispair,&lt;br /&gt;Every heart's sad song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-20-1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986974172182261?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986974172182261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986974172182261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986974172182261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986974172182261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986939522688373</id><published>2005-10-20T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:36:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>I hear the tearing of flesh&lt;br /&gt;As you rend my heart to shreds&lt;br /&gt;The puddble at yoru feet is that of&lt;br /&gt;My love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care, I know it&lt;br /&gt;But the love spilt at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Does nothing except&lt;br /&gt;To harden your heart against me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-23-2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986939522688373?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986939522688373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986939522688373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986939522688373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986939522688373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986931459314478</id><published>2005-10-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:35:14.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Simple Poem of Rememberance)</title><content type='html'>Beneath the hurt and confusion&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the loss of you&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the wonder and jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Come these thoughts so few&lt;br /&gt;That I miss your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;That I miss your tender laugh&lt;br /&gt;That I miss your simple presence&lt;br /&gt;And my love remains for the you I'll never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-24-2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986931459314478?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986931459314478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986931459314478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986931459314478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986931459314478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-poem-of-rememberance.html' title='(Simple Poem of Rememberance)'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986920533189965</id><published>2005-10-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:33:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room (and heart) are a Mess</title><content type='html'>My room is a mess&lt;br /&gt;I feel in distress&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm torn between love and attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is not pure&lt;br /&gt;Of that I am sure&lt;br /&gt;Because I find I'm dwelling on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God let me be&lt;br /&gt;A testimony of thee&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my lips sing of you&lt;br /&gt;May my thoughts of me be few&lt;br /&gt;So that others may see your glory through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-20-2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986920533189965?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986920533189965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986920533189965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986920533189965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986920533189965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-room-and-heart-are-mess.html' title='My Room (and heart) are a Mess'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986901969343671</id><published>2005-10-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:30:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Not something that you feel,&lt;br /&gt;But something that you do,&lt;br /&gt;A promise you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an action you perform,&lt;br /&gt;A determination that you make&lt;br /&gt;A mind set you stick to&lt;br /&gt;And something to strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the butterflies you get,&lt;br /&gt;But the lengths you go to&lt;br /&gt;And the time you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what you can’t live without&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you would put up with&lt;br /&gt;What you would give up,&lt;br /&gt;And what you would do to keep it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is patient&lt;br /&gt;It is selfless&lt;br /&gt;It is faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is waiting&lt;br /&gt;It is honoring&lt;br /&gt;It is submitting&lt;br /&gt;It is worth forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-30-2003&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends were at the point of trying to find "the one" and they started to ask me for advice on what love was, how one knew if they were really in love, etc.  I thought a lot about it, and this is what I came up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986901969343671?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986901969343671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986901969343671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986901969343671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986901969343671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986880555857607</id><published>2005-10-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:26:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was</title><content type='html'>I try&lt;br /&gt;          I fail&lt;br /&gt;You were&lt;br /&gt;          I am&lt;br /&gt;With all my desperate grasping&lt;br /&gt;I lose you to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Tears come&lt;br /&gt;          I cry&lt;br /&gt;You were...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-6-2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986880555857607?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986880555857607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986880555857607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986880555857607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986880555857607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-was.html' title='It Was'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112986863145010977</id><published>2005-10-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:23:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[no title]</title><content type='html'>Questions circle,&lt;br /&gt;Wonderings swirl.&lt;br /&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that bed for answers,&lt;br /&gt;Wonderings thought over and over.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and I pause,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you and want to scream,&lt;br /&gt;I wish and silence comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness wipes out the questions&lt;br /&gt;Quiet smoothes out all the wonderings,&lt;br /&gt;I stop thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I stop dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;But the wishes are left to keep wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-30-2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112986863145010977?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112986863145010977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112986863145010977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986863145010977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112986863145010977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-title.html' title='[no title]'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112976856126323220</id><published>2005-10-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:53:05.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's When I Love You</title><content type='html'>Me? Love you? That's a funny thought.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't love you. You just aren't my type.&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts swirl and I come back, I'm caught.&lt;br /&gt;Caught by you and the things you do&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that make me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand there so cold and hard to me&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes even flinch when I come near&lt;br /&gt;But I try not to mind or to notice, that's just the way you will be.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I had the chance I wouldn't change you.&lt;br /&gt;Because something that's why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams you are so perfect, I would change nothing&lt;br /&gt;But when I see you, you're not the guy of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference? Is the guy of my dreams a real human being?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is you, changed of course. There is a definate difference between you two.&lt;br /&gt;But even though you are not the same, that may be why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I wait for that someday.&lt;br /&gt;You'll change, you'll grow. You'll find your true love.&lt;br /&gt;She may not be me, but I'll still watch you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;She'll love you, I know. How could she not?&lt;br /&gt;And though you'll be one, I'll love you as two.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her, I'll see you, and when you smile - that's when I'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-18-1999&lt;br /&gt;My first love.  We were not right for each other, but we spent so much time together that I grew attached to him.  I learned to love for things other than commonalities and attraction, and to look further into someone.  He and I have grown apart over the years and gone our separate directions, and I am happy that he has the life he has always wanted.  I wrote this before he got what he wanted, but I knew it would happen.  And I still strive to show him up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112976856126323220?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112976856126323220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112976856126323220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112976856126323220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112976856126323220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s When I Love You'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112976803478111265</id><published>2005-10-19T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:27:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Silence, louder than anything&lt;br /&gt;Penatrating every part of my being&lt;br /&gt;Proding me&lt;br /&gt;"Break me," the Silence taunts&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will somone answer!&lt;br /&gt;But Silence reigns on&lt;br /&gt;Day after day Silence reigns on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Silence ceases to crow&lt;br /&gt;Ceases to remind me that he's there&lt;br /&gt;Silence became almost a friend&lt;br /&gt;I grew comfortable with Silence&lt;br /&gt;As still no one answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, breaking Silence, my voice comes!&lt;br /&gt;But barely an answer in return do I get&lt;br /&gt;And again Silence reigns on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging, pleading - break Silence!&lt;br /&gt;I speak once more, (a last pleading try)&lt;br /&gt;An answer?&lt;br /&gt;A smile! A short laugh&lt;br /&gt;But no answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I broke beautiful Silence,&lt;br /&gt;Will I try again?&lt;br /&gt;Silence reigns on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-24-1999&lt;br /&gt;It seemed he never spoke, and when I finally tried to change that I realized how much better I prefered the hope I had before I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112976803478111265?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112976803478111265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112976803478111265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112976803478111265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112976803478111265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112974971890468020</id><published>2005-10-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:21:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;(Never your fault)&lt;br /&gt;I simply decieve -&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring&lt;br /&gt;(to trust, dream)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling some... thing...&lt;br /&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;(heard not seen)&lt;br /&gt;Fills with warmth -&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(that is it)&lt;br /&gt;Broken from loving -&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/19/2005&lt;br /&gt;I know what to expect, and yet I disillusion myself, believing what I know to be false. Standing on the hope of something I know is there, something that cannot be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112974971890468020?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112974971890468020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112974971890468020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112974971890468020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112974971890468020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunchtime-thoughts.html' title='Lunchtime Thoughts'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112974831819218907</id><published>2005-10-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:58:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Then</title><content type='html'>Faded pictures melt into memories&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and how you were&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that bring laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that bring tears,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give them up,&lt;br /&gt;they help me to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I find a love like I once imagined you could give me?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I never be smiled at in that way again?&lt;br /&gt;Your silly wave that meant so little, so much...&lt;br /&gt;One last wink, one last smile&lt;br /&gt;You were gone, lost.  Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will I forget you as life goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Always will I try to find you, where you have gone.&lt;br /&gt;There is one place you will always be -&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;In the front of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2-2000&lt;br /&gt;This poem speaks so much of how I feel about every guy I ever fell inlove with.  Strange how those feelings never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112974831819218907?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112974831819218907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112974831819218907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112974831819218907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112974831819218907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/memories-of-then.html' title='Memories of Then'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18024820.post-112969719348881179</id><published>2005-10-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:46:33.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Us</title><content type='html'>Why must I love you?&lt;br /&gt;I resist with every inch of my being&lt;br /&gt;But you come back, you're always there&lt;br /&gt;Whether I like it,&lt;br /&gt;We're us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to escape&lt;br /&gt;Only to find myself back beside you&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?" I scream out with terror.&lt;br /&gt;Am I destined to you always?&lt;br /&gt;There you are,&lt;br /&gt;There am I,&lt;br /&gt;We're always us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn and run East, I turn and run West.&lt;br /&gt;I block the sound of your voice from ringing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(The sound most dear to me in the world)&lt;br /&gt;You must get away,&lt;br /&gt;I must get away,&lt;br /&gt;Mistake.  There we are - us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the radio to blast the thought of you away&lt;br /&gt;I cry and wipe the tears away&lt;br /&gt;I hide in my room only to hear your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;There you are, (can't I get away?)&lt;br /&gt;There I am, (Oh, to get away!)&lt;br /&gt;We're us. (once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-20-1999&lt;br /&gt;The first Adam in my life.  Who hated me, but secretly could not do without me.  His silence and stubbornness and refusal to be friends made me hate him, but only because it hurt to be so close to someone all the time and never have even a friendship, especially when we really got along so well when he'd break down and give a tiny bit of effort.  I could not do without him either.  I miss him still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18024820-112969719348881179?l=poemsofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/112969719348881179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18024820&amp;postID=112969719348881179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112969719348881179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18024820/posts/default/112969719348881179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsofyou.blogspot.com/2005/10/were-us.html' title='We&apos;re Us'/><author><name>AbbyLinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086887490198558242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
