<?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-6004543473263079349</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:39:49.379-07:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>parlerlibre</title><subtitle type='html'>...and it took only seconds, for it to all come crashing down around me. leaving me cold, and alone in frightening new place.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004543473263079349.post-2138596138657657267</id><published>2010-06-07T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:29:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings to you</title><content type='html'>i would spend my life waiting for you. i would stay in the same place for the rest of my life if it meant that i could see you everyday. i would never leave, for fear of missing you. i wish sometimes i didn't have to wait and i am sure that you don't want to keep me waiting. If i could i wouldn't love you, it just complicates things. sometimes i wish to myself thati had never met you. that some how i just erased you from my memories. but thatis no way to live. i am who i am now because of you. i wish you could read this. I wish you could read my deepest thoughts and save me from the pain i feel. from the loniliness i feel. but i am sure you can see my secrets when you look into my eyes, &amp;amp; there is no magic you can perform that will heal my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt sane to live this way. to wake up everyday knowing another piece of your heart will be lost. but then again... who needs sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-2138596138657657267?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/2138596138657657267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/06/ramblings-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/2138596138657657267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/2138596138657657267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/06/ramblings-to-you.html' title='ramblings to you'/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-878236955435444041</id><published>2010-06-06T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:44:25.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honeymoon</title><content type='html'>I have never seen marriage in the cards for myself. Don't get me wrong, I want it so bad I can taste it. I wish more than anything that I could be the one that gets chosen one of these days. I must say that this "vacation" with you was one of the best days of my life. We stayed here... in our home... all weekend long. Just us, we stayed up all night and you held me in your arms. Just held me, not expecting anything, no pressure... just pure &amp;amp; comfortable. Sometimes, I let myself believe that one day you will wake up and love me too... that suddenly, without preface, you will look into my eyes and see your other half looking back at you. That's what I see in you. I look at you, your confidence, your kindness, your smile, those eyes that I can't hide from... and I can see our future. I can see a beautiful wedding outside in Arkansas, with all of our family surrounding us. I see myself walking down the aisle. I see tears in your eyes. I see our first child. I see us growing old together. I know that will never happen. I know that for the rest of my life I will have a hole in the middle of my heart that you fit perfectly inside. This night won't be forgotten. I will hold it inside to keep me warm, when the icy cold of loneliness bites at me. I don't doubt that you love me. I don't doubt that you care. I just know that somewhere out there over the rainbow maybe.... my heart was meant to love you. &amp;amp; sometimes just sometimes... I wish I was there. But this comfortable place, this place where we are will just have to do... because the dull ache of being your best friend... is better that the empty pain of never having met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-878236955435444041?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/878236955435444041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/06/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/878236955435444041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/878236955435444041'/><link 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song&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;That is where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This music's irresistible&lt;br /&gt;Your voice makes my skin crawl&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and pure&lt;br /&gt;I guess you heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Inaccessible&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever change&lt;br /&gt;One thing that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;You're still a picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;I even get lost in this song&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;That is where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-8748131670656411623</id><published>2010-05-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:50:07.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your crystal eyes&lt;br /&gt;they haunt my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;without a burning image&lt;br /&gt;of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought love was black &amp;amp; white&lt;br /&gt;right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;really it ends in a terrible shade of gray&lt;br /&gt;the gray of a thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;filled with tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the years I've lived&lt;br /&gt;haven't prepared me for this&lt;br /&gt;these lessons werent taught in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember myself&lt;br /&gt;myself not loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-8748131670656411623?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/8748131670656411623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-crystal-eyes-they-haunt-my-soul-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/8748131670656411623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/8748131670656411623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-crystal-eyes-they-haunt-my-soul-i.html' title=''/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-7433637368450822679</id><published>2010-05-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:46:21.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been running from something&lt;br /&gt;twenty years in the car&lt;br /&gt;down a road that's leading me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we drive through the farmland&lt;br /&gt;NO one knows where we're from&lt;br /&gt;Can you kiss me, and make me the Queen?&lt;br /&gt;Or something in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-7433637368450822679?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/7433637368450822679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-running-from-something-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/7433637368450822679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/7433637368450822679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-running-from-something-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-8906767928556888698</id><published>2010-05-23T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:34:47.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if you, could wish me away?&lt;br /&gt;What if you, spoke those words today?&lt;br /&gt;Would you miss me, when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;It's come to this... release me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll be gone before the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for tonight,  I'll stay here with you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for tonight, I'll lay here with you.&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun hits the sky, through your window...&lt;br /&gt;there'll be nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you could hear this song?&lt;br /&gt;What if I felt like I belonged?&lt;br /&gt;I might not be leaving oh so soon&lt;br /&gt;began the night believing,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, Even though I know you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; show me all the reasons you would stay.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something always brings me back to you,&lt;br /&gt;It never takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;NO matter what I say or do.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you here&lt;br /&gt;til the moment I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me without touch&lt;br /&gt;you keep me without chains&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anything so much.&lt;br /&gt;Then to stand in your love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; feel your rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me FREE&lt;br /&gt;leave me be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;HERE I am and I stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;just the way that I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;but your on to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh you love me cause I'm fragile&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be strong&lt;br /&gt;You hold me for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all my fragile strength is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;leave me be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;here I am and I stand so strong&lt;br /&gt;just the way I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;but your on to me&lt;br /&gt;and all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live here on my knees and I'm trying to make you see&lt;br /&gt;that you're everything I think I need&lt;br /&gt;here on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;You're neither FRIEND nor FOE&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I still know is your&lt;br /&gt;keeping me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;to burden your mouth for what you say&lt;br /&gt;no pieces of paper in the way&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't continue&lt;br /&gt;pretending to choose&lt;br /&gt;these OPPOSITE sides on which we fall&lt;br /&gt;the loving you later if at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no right minds should wrong be this many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you move on like a sinner's prayer&lt;br /&gt;let go like a levy breaks&lt;br /&gt;walk away as if you don't care&lt;br /&gt;learn to shoulder your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;built to fade like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;get reckless when there's no need&lt;br /&gt;laugh as my stories ramble on&lt;br /&gt;break your heart and it won't bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your honest to a fault&lt;br /&gt;that's just who you are&lt;br /&gt;but you are better as a memory&lt;br /&gt;than as my man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see me leaning&lt;br /&gt;Im about to fall&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be that mistake&lt;br /&gt;your just a dreamer and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;i should know that before it gets to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if roses are meant to be red&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; violets to be blue&lt;br /&gt;why isn't my heart&lt;br /&gt;meant for you?&lt;br /&gt;This music's irresistible&lt;br /&gt;your voice makes my skin crawl&lt;br /&gt;innocent and pure&lt;br /&gt;you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;in this world&lt;br /&gt;I get lost&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;and we're the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beautiful once&lt;br /&gt;I light up every room I walked into&lt;br /&gt;I could make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;or make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;I could move mountains&lt;br /&gt;I lost that girl&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I became an empty shell of who i used to be&lt;br /&gt;I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE  with all of my might.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not quite sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was black &amp;amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;but really it's just a terrible shade of gray.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I've done&lt;br /&gt;or if I like what i've become&lt;br /&gt;But something told me to run&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; honey you know me it's all or none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were sounds in my head&lt;br /&gt;little voices listening&lt;br /&gt;saying I should go&lt;br /&gt;or this should end&lt;br /&gt;oh and I found myself listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am,&lt;br /&gt;who I am without you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I should&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can stand&lt;br /&gt;another hand upon you&lt;br /&gt;all I know is that I SHOULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she can love you more than I could&lt;br /&gt;she who dares to stand where I stood&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once I want to be good enough&lt;br /&gt;I want to be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; great.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the first choice.&lt;br /&gt;Not the last call.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's not in my cards.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know what Love is .&lt;br /&gt;or if there is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe love is the fairytale&lt;br /&gt;the urban legend hiding beneath the bed&lt;br /&gt;the little story passed down through the generations&lt;br /&gt;to put the little kiddies to sleep&lt;br /&gt;there is no love in this mixed up world&lt;br /&gt;no magic no kindness&lt;br /&gt;no joy.&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is a beat up shell&lt;br /&gt;of how life used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-8906767928556888698?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/8906767928556888698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if-you-could-wish-me-away-what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/8906767928556888698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/8906767928556888698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if-you-could-wish-me-away-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-3142404029954226406</id><published>2009-07-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:33:28.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you there?&lt;br /&gt;are you listening...&lt;br /&gt;or am i as alone as i feel?&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i can do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i want to&lt;br /&gt;this rat race hell has got me dizzy&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to get off&lt;br /&gt;go someplace where freedom is more&lt;br /&gt;than just a word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-7489976762170058054</id><published>2009-07-24T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:26:46.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>locker</title><content type='html'>the days they come &amp;amp; go like rain&lt;br /&gt;the nights they linger on just the same.&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep dreaming of you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;the happy haunting memories of years gone by.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to close my eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;something other than my past staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just break free, of this hold it has on me?&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;i know this can't continue on.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let this be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-7489976762170058054?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/7489976762170058054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/locker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/7489976762170058054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/7489976762170058054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/locker.html' title='locker'/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-3855574702377918512</id><published>2009-07-03T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:33:30.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+2=</title><content type='html'>i was shy...  timid even.&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm haunted by that night... and he doesn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart, everytime it drifts into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;makes me physically ill.&lt;br /&gt;it was never supposed to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;he is my everything, how could i say no.&lt;br /&gt;he looked at that other woman w/ such&lt;br /&gt;lust. though in daily life he couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;the thought of her.&lt;br /&gt;married scum... she was.&lt;br /&gt;with the audacity to call  me her&lt;br /&gt;"friend"&lt;br /&gt;the word puts a sickening taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;i can barely look her now...&lt;br /&gt;it's been that way for longer than i care to mention&lt;br /&gt;the thought of her lips on my neck produces bile in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of her w/ him... renders me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;i let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;i watched. &lt;br /&gt;i participiated.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;i live it with it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;he has no idea... or maybe he does.&lt;br /&gt;never one to feel remorse.&lt;br /&gt;i deal w/ this alone. &lt;br /&gt;every morning i awaken&lt;br /&gt;a little part of me dies.&lt;br /&gt;it needs to be talked about&lt;br /&gt;the air to be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;he has no idea&lt;br /&gt;no one knows...&lt;br /&gt;just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-3855574702377918512?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/3855574702377918512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/3855574702377918512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/3855574702377918512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/12.html' title='1+2='/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-6364257937990457199</id><published>2009-07-03T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:39:56.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane</title><content type='html'>it rained the night we met.&lt;br /&gt;poured down cold, hard and fast.&lt;br /&gt;as if to foreshadow the flood waters ahead.&lt;br /&gt;neither of us were ready that night...&lt;br /&gt;or the many that followed.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't know what to expect...&lt;br /&gt;both simply thinking&lt;br /&gt;another one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;somehow you became more.&lt;br /&gt;my other half...&lt;br /&gt;my teacher my friend.&lt;br /&gt;we are nothing alike...&lt;br /&gt;or we are exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;there are times that the pain of loving you...&lt;br /&gt;the pain of needing you.&lt;br /&gt;overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;completely takes me.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to be what you need.&lt;br /&gt;what you want.&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;look me in the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;drink me down.&lt;br /&gt;the way you've always done.&lt;br /&gt;effortlessly... reading ever mannerism.&lt;br /&gt;knowing ever secret i've hidden&lt;br /&gt;ever lie i've told&lt;br /&gt;evertime i'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;the stars are yours...&lt;br /&gt;the moon calls your name.&lt;br /&gt;my wasted heart...&lt;br /&gt;it's all&lt;br /&gt;yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-6364257937990457199?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/6364257937990457199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurricane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/6364257937990457199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6004543473263079349/posts/default/6364257937990457199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurricane.html' title='hurricane'/><author><name>parlerlibre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09472302918253486443</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-6004543473263079349.post-5085988061809784931</id><published>2009-07-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:01:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You said you didn't need me (but you did)&lt;br /&gt;You said you didn't want me (but you do)&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like a comedy&lt;br /&gt;Well first you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say we're through&lt;br /&gt;I say you got some issues (yeah you do)&lt;br /&gt;Some things you gotta work through (really do)&lt;br /&gt;It's sorta like a talk show, no wait a freak show&lt;br /&gt;When the freak is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the smoke from your fire&lt;br /&gt;I'm that lie you can trust&lt;br /&gt;I'm the chord on your guitar&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl you can't shut up&lt;br /&gt;I'm the blood you might need&lt;br /&gt;In your car when you speed&lt;br /&gt;In that cigarette you breathe&lt;br /&gt;You can't get rid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I wasn't funny (but you laughed)&lt;br /&gt;You said I couldn't drive fast (then you crashed)&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it works out&lt;br /&gt;With your big mouth&lt;br /&gt;You'll always get it back&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had me worked out (you're not deep)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. I screw about (you're still a creep)&lt;br /&gt;At best you could've confessed&lt;br /&gt;That you're a big mess&lt;br /&gt;And that you're so damn weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the smoke from your fire&lt;br /&gt;I'm that lie you can trust&lt;br /&gt;I'm the chord on your guitar&lt;br /&gt;I'm that girl you can't shutup&lt;br /&gt;I'm the blood you might need&lt;br /&gt;In your car when you speed&lt;br /&gt;In that cigarette you breathe&lt;br /&gt;You can't get rid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I try and justify&lt;br /&gt;Try to let this die&lt;br /&gt;We'll never say goodbye i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll rub it in your face&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in pretty lace&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you home, to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-5085988061809784931?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004543473263079349.post-6771715036798453892</id><published>2009-06-04T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:43:28.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>original</title><content type='html'>i got lost in you.&lt;br /&gt;lost somewhere deep in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;there is no escape for me,&lt;br /&gt;though at times i wish there were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've captured me,&lt;br /&gt;whether you meant to or not.&lt;br /&gt;i never asked for this...&lt;br /&gt;but my heart chose for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could sit here and say,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine...&lt;br /&gt;i can force my heart to close,&lt;br /&gt;but that would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could sit here and say,&lt;br /&gt;i don't love you, or think about you&lt;br /&gt;every second of every day.&lt;br /&gt;but that too would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could be everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;everything you want...&lt;br /&gt;every dream, every wish you've carried.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't, i'll never be anymore than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;my sunset.&lt;br /&gt;all i see is you.&lt;br /&gt;all i hear is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my west, my east&lt;br /&gt;my northern star...&lt;br /&gt;in you arms alone,&lt;br /&gt;did i ever feel secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6004543473263079349-6771715036798453892?l=parlerlibre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/feeds/6771715036798453892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parlerlibre.blogspot.com/2009/06/original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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