<?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-32747899</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:33:15.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems To My Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems to a wonderful loving, caring, thoughtful and beautiful person inside and out... Dana, You are the inspiration of these poems, to you, my love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-1252361725161631661</id><published>2007-11-26T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:06:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Mess</title><content type='html'>I tried so many times to set these feelings aside.&lt;br /&gt;I carried so many emotions inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had things been any different than what I thought I could control,&lt;br /&gt;I would of been the one who never walked thu your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouded judgment carried so many mis-understandings for you and I.&lt;br /&gt;I can safely admit that I was willing to give 100% and just try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your such a bitch &lt;br /&gt;u became so irate over some of the most stupid bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't help, &lt;br /&gt;but I found that this was your problem and I was second best from the hand I was dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing seems so un perfect &lt;br /&gt;Maybe a mess of frustrated entangled dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost 1 that would never discredit your views.&lt;br /&gt;You lost 1 who was less likely to see you as old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much in our favor.&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame your so blind to let it just dwindle like a common everyday normal behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perhaps gone?&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is constantly on u and where we went wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect mess.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like none the less...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-1252361725161631661?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/1252361725161631661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/1252361725161631661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-mess.html' title='Perfect Mess'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-2185636351735084612</id><published>2007-08-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:03:01.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Connection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We always find a way to connect.&lt;br /&gt;like the moment I first kissed your neck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can talk for over an hour,&lt;br /&gt;yet you pinch the possibility held within a flower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who which I have no doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you come to your senses,&lt;br /&gt;I will hold my hand open and not make you feel like jumping fences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps it is hard for you to understand right now.&lt;br /&gt;But when you grasp this fundamental wow,&lt;br /&gt;we will be forced to take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I know you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;And I think you know too but you expect much more fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn&amp;rsquo;t get any better&lt;br /&gt;You can search forever and try to be clever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you will never&lt;br /&gt;ever,&lt;br /&gt;find it better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;We will mend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life does go on.&lt;br /&gt;Together we will and can see dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-5293520514192987428</id><published>2007-06-27T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:54:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 2 Be</title><content type='html'>I guess it is easy for her to just be free.&lt;br /&gt;From us, everything we had and even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out in front of a speeding bus.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the only way to get rid of this inner fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone and here.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to fill that void that makes itself clear with every painful tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me crazy knowing you felt something so loving and true.&lt;br /&gt;And then feeling like the four years was looked at like a used shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capture that memory and relocate those intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Put them where they belong and be honest with us like what Dr. Phil mentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped.&lt;br /&gt;I fell.&lt;br /&gt;You said see you next fall.&lt;br /&gt;But your not really coming back are you no matter how loud I call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a person does that to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself give in when the reality is this is really is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not here.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is still near.&lt;br /&gt;Today, this moment, this very unique space in time I wish was being spent with the one I called dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many kind and gentle words.&lt;br /&gt;So many memories that one can not just pretend are blurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's anything that I would do.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would stand in my way.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the uncertainty of you.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't see it now, soon the love I have will come into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with this and I am not insane...&lt;br /&gt;Men have fought wars for a woman, taken over countries knowing their hands carried more than just one blood stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still humble being able to see the forest through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to listen and hear the faint sound of the bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to go deep within yourself woman.&lt;br /&gt;Just try and find that space you know exists without interference from the outside clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always lead you away from what is right.&lt;br /&gt;It's always easier to just go on and not fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a test drive.&lt;br /&gt;I was never more happier with you, I was happy to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are you and I accept you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I am me and I didn't mean to make you feel like a door mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful to me. &lt;br /&gt;Everything you can not see.&lt;br /&gt;I would be on bended knew.&lt;br /&gt;I would honor and respect you like no other could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 be,&lt;br /&gt;the only one you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-5293520514192987428?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5293520514192987428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=5293520514192987428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/5293520514192987428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/5293520514192987428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-2-be.html' title='Just 2 Be'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-2072263899579772128</id><published>2007-06-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:17:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Two Seven Zero Seven</title><content type='html'>Imagine this,&lt;br /&gt;A few months later and I still miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide my key in a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;It unlocks my front door to my frustrating discrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of four who can open the door.&lt;br /&gt;A trust I promised myself I would give no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I leave it there hoping she may come around.&lt;br /&gt;With maybe a change of heart that is not hard to be re-found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the rewind button?&lt;br /&gt;Why does she keep herself so shut in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;We were four years of something more and it started when she took my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to come into her life.&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me to leave like Barney Fife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;And mad.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated too.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the first to admit it , I loose my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so did you.&lt;br /&gt;Over small things that now seem so silly to make one stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I forgive you. Please do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;Im crazy over here knowing you know where I hide my key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your locks were changed on that day I moved out that I quietly took 1 week and strategically arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I regrett being like this and miss having even the glimps.&lt;br /&gt;The simple characteristics a fool (like myself) would miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The love between us had to account for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you better and after all the reasons I could of used, you still ended up doing the dumping.&lt;br /&gt;And I am left here wondering why my heart and thoughts are still cliff jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im your casuaity here.&lt;br /&gt;And yet still, I would go back without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it took you years to see past my stupid insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to understand that all I really want again is to simply be near you and hope to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a request, not a demand.&lt;br /&gt;You helped me find myself and helped me take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blue eyes...&lt;br /&gt;They have seen to many nights of lonley gliserine from held back cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in endless bottles.&lt;br /&gt;Something I never did before - this insane switch that my mind continuisly toggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between pitty and anger with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then to frustration with you because I understand how lucky I was to be to you something top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then off I fell.&lt;br /&gt;And all im asking is to just be forgiven and to please honestly try like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key will stay in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;When your ready, I'll be glad to see your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-2072263899579772128?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' 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src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-8956088278872053896</id><published>2007-01-09T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:21:27.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire Thee</title><content type='html'>I claim you as mine.&lt;br /&gt;No other has a right or knows how much I think of you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to no-one,&lt;br /&gt;other than you and your wonderful son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have longed for your presence many nights alone.&lt;br /&gt;So many times I just wanted to pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;displaces this insecure feeling of making a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been my hero,&lt;br /&gt;many times, even the nights your brought home gyro's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thoughtful you have always been&lt;br /&gt;I missed that part and now it drags me into a aweful feeling of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clandestinity to my own sarrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden within a hindered moment that has chosen to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me around&lt;br /&gt;I can not stand with out you on this ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of how you onced felt a desire for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me feeling like the ass that I did not need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in a prison now.&lt;br /&gt;Built with skill and integritity on what I thought was how,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to be for you and I,&lt;br /&gt;But, now I show this shinner seen when you look into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fight for you,&lt;br /&gt;And prove that this we can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be something that, if seen in the past,&lt;br /&gt;How we had the courage to make it through everything and last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the end&lt;br /&gt;I am your to mold and bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire you still&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can one day desire thee again and the void that we must fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I have always wanted and our life was so nice,&lt;br /&gt;It is all so clear to me now and I will do what ever you require, just through the dice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-8956088278872053896?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8956088278872053896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=8956088278872053896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/8956088278872053896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/8956088278872053896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-thee.html' title='Desire Thee'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-285197678341239493</id><published>2007-01-07T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:16:32.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>Only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discrepancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that know nothing of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;I have such a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me?&lt;br /&gt;I ask many times for your love to just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within me,&lt;br /&gt;I hold a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To unlock this distance,&lt;br /&gt;and displace this resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Have such a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; too and one day just lye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to each other,&lt;br /&gt;and think of nothing that could implicate us as nothing more than just a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have something tied by fate.&lt;br /&gt;An intricate fact realized on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me your wife,&lt;br /&gt;you stated by saying nothing and just being a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, my heart&lt;br /&gt;Can not even begin to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is something I indicated to you without any resistance open being a target to your dart.&lt;br /&gt;That aimed strait and did not part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we have&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; has left me feeling like nothing is wonderful or lav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;erish&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terracotta&lt;/span&gt; dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a night blooming jasmine,&lt;br /&gt;that says so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the moments when the bloom starts to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression in your voice,&lt;br /&gt;The night you stated such a feeling of pro-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me see&lt;br /&gt;You were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the man to see&lt;br /&gt;Just how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear what you say.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just missed the important indicators,&lt;br /&gt;that lead us to where we felt we had to create &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;creators&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We hold nothing more than moments of brain farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we could of done,&lt;br /&gt;things that could of given us much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will...&lt;br /&gt;re-start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remove this dart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Not only you, but Jake also and the entire family and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next date we go on,&lt;br /&gt;want to go dutch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-285197678341239493?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/285197678341239493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=285197678341239493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/285197678341239493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/285197678341239493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-6773198799429987931</id><published>2007-01-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:50:33.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tell</title><content type='html'>This means more than...&lt;br /&gt;Finding the words of expression from this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you gives me light.&lt;br /&gt;It made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have been through so much.&lt;br /&gt;But that is the past and I care to not talk about it or anything of such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you always say.&lt;br /&gt;Same shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell me anything that comes from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Has always been the best thing I had admired about you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are true.&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;Have so much to,&lt;br /&gt;offer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell this story,&lt;br /&gt;Would probably find some new found glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new shirt,&lt;br /&gt;can not hide the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will hide the tattoo I bare,&lt;br /&gt;On my right arm that makes me dare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rearrange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;, emotional and fearful man.&lt;br /&gt;Sees all that was within his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was your biggest fan.&lt;br /&gt;Even the times to hide you ran.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even when you ate flan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you my heart was the biggest part.&lt;br /&gt;Would not be enough to make you believe I cared from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those actions I did not take,&lt;br /&gt;Well those were my biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that I did not try&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I just felt so comfortable and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;But I could once tell you anything no matter what life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; as a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell me 3 simple words, I did not really understand.&lt;br /&gt;Why you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; before and&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;like before when we walked on the beach in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see why,&lt;br /&gt;I can not lie,&lt;br /&gt;Inside I cry,&lt;br /&gt;for one more try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not rely&lt;br /&gt;on you or anybody because I now see that I can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell?&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-6773198799429987931?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6773198799429987931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=6773198799429987931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/6773198799429987931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/6773198799429987931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-tell.html' title='To Tell'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-7849491287807954188</id><published>2007-01-04T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:30:26.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look To</title><content type='html'>I wish I had you&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;look to. &lt;p&gt;There are so many things,&lt;br /&gt;I associate with our past that brings. &lt;p&gt;How I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I do not think you can even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplate&lt;/span&gt; or know. &lt;p&gt;So many gates,&lt;br /&gt;Now locked and closed because of my bad judgment on many dates. &lt;p&gt;I wish to try just one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Can you find just drop me a line? &lt;p&gt;I now see how to solve,&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indiscretion&lt;/span&gt; and revolve. &lt;p&gt;Back to me,&lt;br /&gt;come and see. &lt;p&gt;It wont be a waste of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I promise this time, I can make it right. &lt;p&gt;I miss being able to look to you.&lt;br /&gt;So much we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;So much good, and bad only a few. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-7849491287807954188?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7849491287807954188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=7849491287807954188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/7849491287807954188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/7849491287807954188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-to.html' title='Look To'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-4075682091594786631</id><published>2007-01-03T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:31:35.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sea</title><content type='html'>How can I just let this destroy me?&lt;br /&gt;How can she just play this out and not even see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I looked into her eyes and seen a beautiful ocean&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her soft tender voice always reminded me of my devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broke inside.&lt;br /&gt;I have opened myself and let go of my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept all I have done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;legality&lt;/span&gt; to blame her for things going on this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she knew how sorry I really was&lt;br /&gt;She would be in my arms right now and forgiving me like she always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sea&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; may be&lt;br /&gt;A test to find the true reason in her and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is over?&lt;br /&gt;If that is so it was because I drover her,&lt;br /&gt;Insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please beat me with a cane.&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish she could make me one more dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a thoughtful person all around&lt;br /&gt;How crazy I was to not listen to her frustrating spoken sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;a sea&lt;br /&gt;within me&lt;br /&gt;and thee&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;will willingly&lt;br /&gt;openly&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-4075682091594786631?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4075682091594786631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=4075682091594786631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4075682091594786631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4075682091594786631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-can-i-just-let-this-destroy-me-how.html' title='A Sea'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-3948970961589569653</id><published>2007-01-02T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:59:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>Why in the world does this mean nothing?&lt;br /&gt;How can she be interested caring and loving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with worthlessness to her like anything we did was nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;Why in the hell does she act to reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she cared at all&lt;br /&gt;She would at least call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she just goes to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Because she is scared to face her pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am wide open and seriously not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have again started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it calms my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing how much I caused her agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down.&lt;br /&gt;I was her clown.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she has not even shown a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dumb&lt;br /&gt;I am numb&lt;br /&gt;she has no idea how much I miss giving her a rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feet, her back.&lt;br /&gt;Every square inch of her body I miss touching because I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get silence and distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just down&lt;br /&gt;If I died today she would never again see this clown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-3948970961589569653?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3948970961589569653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=3948970961589569653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/3948970961589569653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/3948970961589569653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-8416582768494418576</id><published>2007-01-02T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:34:58.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>She gives, I take.&lt;br&gt;Now, the thought of my ignorance I can&amp;#39;t shake&lt;p&gt;But wait, I realized what needed to change.&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t at first because it was not in range.&lt;p&gt;now,&lt;br&gt;somehow&lt;p&gt;Im not worth the time.&lt;br&gt;Even after i promised every last dime.&lt;p&gt;This was a crime&lt;br&gt;she took my emotions out of line.&lt;p&gt;My mistake.&lt;br&gt;I let her in and now I miss her and Jake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-8416582768494418576?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8416582768494418576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=8416582768494418576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/8416582768494418576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/8416582768494418576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-3688853284936577388</id><published>2007-01-01T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:01:25.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:21</title><content type='html'>New years day no fun.&lt;br&gt;I miss my ex-girlfriends son&lt;p&gt;He probably hates me to.&lt;br&gt;Everything I thought was right wont come true.&lt;p&gt;Hinder some resolution,&lt;br&gt;this emotional restitution,&lt;br&gt;that vision of inclusion&lt;br&gt;in all that was to be seems only now a delusion.&lt;p&gt;A woman indeed&lt;br&gt;none other, she had no greed.&lt;br&gt;She gave it all when I was in need.&lt;br&gt;We planted a seed&lt;p&gt;I wanted so,&lt;br&gt;to watch us grow&lt;br&gt;into much more than we had and not worry about doe.&lt;p&gt;A massive attack&lt;br&gt;an institution in fact.&lt;p&gt;Our genitic make up worked together&lt;br&gt;The thought of her still tickles my heart with a fether.&lt;p&gt;That first kiss,&lt;br&gt;we both agreed was something we both miss.&lt;p&gt;Sad she feels like this.&lt;br&gt;We fell away from our intention of bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-3688853284936577388?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3688853284936577388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=3688853284936577388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/3688853284936577388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/3688853284936577388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2007/01/421.html' title='4:21'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-7152321889632131720</id><published>2006-12-31T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:39:48.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Minutes</title><content type='html'>Tell me how&lt;br&gt;my feelings can&amp;#39;t be renowned&lt;p&gt;This woman cuases me a frown.&lt;p&gt;New years is a time 4 rejoice!&lt;br&gt;Why is it over?&lt;p&gt;i can&amp;#39;t believe this white noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-7152321889632131720?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7152321889632131720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=7152321889632131720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/7152321889632131720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/7152321889632131720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/32-minutes.html' title='32 Minutes'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-3487215431926109485</id><published>2006-12-31T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:56:23.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;From my phone&lt;br&gt;I send this poem&lt;p&gt;wishing we could be.&lt;br&gt;together again just u and me.&lt;p&gt;I hear drunk people being loud&lt;br&gt;but it doesnt quiet the thought of us and what we had.&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, the night i first seen u I felt lust.&lt;br&gt;Then the reality set in the moment u gave me your trust.&lt;p&gt;I used to watch u sleep on the couch.&lt;br&gt;I never thought my heart would feel this ouch.&lt;p&gt;We faultered in this together,&lt;br&gt;Why do I feel im the only one that caused us to hinder.&lt;p&gt;You let me go.&lt;br&gt;It made me feel so low.&lt;p&gt;I&lt;br&gt;cry&lt;br&gt;sigh&lt;br&gt;and wonder why.&lt;br&gt;Im such a terible person inside.&lt;p&gt;because i took our child&lt;br&gt;the one that replaced your dog because of the emotions that piled.&lt;p&gt;Up with our feeling of missing.&lt;br&gt;Everything that became a reality without a blessing.&lt;p&gt;I have in you an umcomparable trust,&lt;br&gt;That has always been a must.&lt;p&gt;Please, can u find within yourself some sort of strenghth that breaks&lt;br&gt;away that crust?&lt;p&gt;Of anger, frustration, anamosity and feelings of distrust.&lt;p&gt;Lets not blow our past away,&lt;br&gt;like the wind blows the dust.&lt;p&gt;I know its asking a lot&lt;br&gt;but its a must.&lt;br&gt;My heart is a bust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-3487215431926109485?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-614518440404619848</id><published>2006-12-31T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:07:28.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase Me</title><content type='html'>Erase me from your past&lt;br /&gt;You should of just let it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you deny me the chance to better us?&lt;br /&gt;You just get scared and let your heart implement too much fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still miss all you offered which I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just turned away.&lt;br /&gt;Left me feeling like melting clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings I caused you forced you so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take it back&lt;br /&gt;I would come back with more and make those chips stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our favor&lt;br /&gt;Like the day you gave yourself to me and that moment I so saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we watched Lion King&lt;br /&gt;It was so something that felt so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romance that kept us alive&lt;br /&gt;I missed it and did all you asked to strive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have it back again&lt;br /&gt;So we could become more than just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Disney meant so much&lt;br /&gt;I miss the day we just wondered and took pictures and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Letting time pass us by just sitting and not thinking about anyone else we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss on new years,&lt;br /&gt;It felt like something that was meant to be the end of a bad past full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lifted me up&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like nothing more than a helpless pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a home&lt;br /&gt;Everything you shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me so much more.&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone has ever galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so mad in this world and have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;I should of followed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would of been the answer&lt;br /&gt;to make you see my devotion to you and everything we were both after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just erase me?&lt;br /&gt;I left you alone like you wished to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cant even hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad as though you are full of rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I hold on&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just cares so much and everything about you refuses to just be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a part two&lt;br /&gt;Is something for both I and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not proper English&lt;br /&gt;But does it matter? I promise not to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not just up to me.&lt;br /&gt;It is up to what you think and care about for it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:53 new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 hours and 7 minutes till a year ago that I acted like somebody you wanted to reprieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridicules&lt;/span&gt; emotions&lt;br /&gt;We distanced each other over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridicules&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commotions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry D&lt;br /&gt;I just miss everything you and I had and would do anything for you to reconcider the thought to erase me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-614518440404619848?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/614518440404619848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=614518440404619848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/614518440404619848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/614518440404619848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/erase-me.html' title='Erase Me'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-9069431824433388800</id><published>2006-12-29T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:49:48.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Don't Know</title><content type='html'>Distracted by promiscuous offers made.&lt;br /&gt;She don' know it but I turned down getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lie...&lt;br /&gt;If she knew the value I felt for her and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can cloud my judgment of remaining true.&lt;br /&gt;To the one woman that means so much and actually has a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this life,&lt;br /&gt;Her and I shared much more than just rolling the dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Which caused me such madness just to teach me a lesson that needed to be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cold to you&lt;br /&gt;I took all you offered and pissed you off not just one time but a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I accept all of this now.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike those times I just talked and talked and you utterly had a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How foolish&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing the very reason I fell for you because of your simple ways that were so little girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-ignorable&lt;br /&gt;So forgivable&lt;br /&gt;So logical&lt;br /&gt;but most of all,&lt;br /&gt;the most fulfilling person to take my life and give me a reason to be accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she knew what she don't know&lt;br /&gt;It may be a reason to find clarity and decide to take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't know&lt;br /&gt;how low&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been forced to go.&lt;br /&gt;because of this blow&lt;br /&gt;I started without understanding the outcome that would eventually show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry so.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me before both our hearts descend so far to where we can not forgive one another for everything that has transpired to view each other as a foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't know&lt;br /&gt;The sadness I truly feel because of my selfish ignorance I must let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever clever reason to never ever sever this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;Her and I chose to venture without any fear or excuses that ruffled this feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I?&lt;br /&gt;I was me and she was looking for everything I offered like an average guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was hurt the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;Not from from her but from a past that I couldn't control and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; I let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't know,&lt;br /&gt;How I miss her so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-9069431824433388800?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/9069431824433388800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=9069431824433388800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/9069431824433388800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/9069431824433388800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-dont-know.html' title='She Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-4247857821439474552</id><published>2006-12-28T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:36:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant To Influence</title><content type='html'>Reluctant To Influence&lt;br&gt;Such distant prudence&lt;p&gt;I share my inner thoughts&lt;br&gt;And all she sees is meandering meaningless words that cause her knots.&lt;p&gt;The stress was eating her away.&lt;br&gt;But it was I that only hoped for one more day.&lt;p&gt;Holding her hand felt so electrifying.&lt;br&gt;Candid moments still haunt this mind is what I am implying.&lt;p&gt;I am not obsessed.&lt;br&gt;I am only emotionally distressed.&lt;p&gt;I drove her to this&lt;br&gt;It was me that caused her to demand I leave, but she gave everything,&lt;br&gt;even the pot to piss.&lt;p&gt;it is 8:03&lt;br&gt;Time is only up to me.&lt;p&gt;I am free&lt;br&gt;so is she.&lt;p&gt;I will have what I want now,&lt;br&gt;But I am thankful for how she gave so much. Bang, Boom, Pow!&lt;p&gt;I am here, just me and my fear&lt;p&gt;But it is nothing more than me faced with decisions and directions I&lt;br&gt;now control and steer.&lt;p&gt;I have come to understand it is her loss.&lt;br&gt;She has the issues, I would never take this relationship and just toss.&lt;p&gt;The coin and accept loss.&lt;p&gt;This mystry is nothing more than a silly, stupid, decision of her own&lt;br&gt;indescresion in what we could be if she only gave it have a chance to&lt;br&gt;be understanding to my wishes of a paramount and life altering&lt;br&gt;personality revision.&lt;p&gt;I offered many times and expressed my deepest regret&lt;br&gt;But all she could see was me being nothing more that a stupid maget.&lt;p&gt;In her life, many times. I gave her the backing to be more than she could&lt;br&gt;She wont think of that now because It was her I never really understood.&lt;p&gt;Distant and standoffish&lt;br&gt;Eger to pick and make me cave like an ugly pottery dish.&lt;p&gt;Just a lesson from another&lt;br&gt;Like passes us by, and soon there will be one other.&lt;p&gt;I wont wait long.&lt;br&gt;I have to write a song.&lt;p&gt;These are the words of life&lt;br&gt;I will mean them and remember that I once wanted her to be my wife.&lt;p&gt;What a loss.&lt;br&gt;she was the boss.&lt;p&gt;I felt that I tried at all cost.&lt;br&gt;Just to find myself only lost.&lt;p&gt;Again, it&amp;#39;s nothing new&lt;br&gt;only a grim fucking reminder of what made everything in her head stew.&lt;p&gt;Fuck!&lt;br&gt;You have no clue&lt;br&gt;All I am is because of what I chose to do.&lt;br&gt;But it was not for me it was for us Dana, Myself, Jake and You.&lt;p&gt;I will probably soon hate you too.&lt;br&gt;Just like you wanted me and intened without much effort from myself for you.&lt;p&gt;Just because you refuse to see me as a good influance.&lt;br&gt;While I was in your life, I now see I was just a simple quick occurance.&lt;p&gt;Sorry I am bitter&lt;br&gt;But you are the quitter.&lt;p&gt;But I am the loser.&lt;br&gt;And to think, I looked at you and thought, I choose her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-4247857821439474552?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4247857821439474552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=4247857821439474552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4247857821439474552'/><link rel='self' 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clover.&lt;p&gt;She went to hide.&lt;br&gt;I want to be @ home inside.&lt;p&gt;I lied&lt;br&gt;I denied&lt;br&gt;I took it all out of proportion just to be justified.&lt;p&gt;Now, 3 hours ago&lt;br&gt;I cried.&lt;p&gt;hurt me&lt;br&gt;kill me&lt;br&gt;put me down&lt;br&gt;I will still worship u without a frown like a clown.&lt;p&gt;You are my master.&lt;br&gt;This is my wonderful disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-4327927713053996714?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4327927713053996714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=4327927713053996714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;The last word you said to me was "fine".&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read it, I took a small sip and cherished the taste of my wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hold on to you?&lt;br /&gt;How can you say almost nothing at all and make me blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so easy for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;You just turn me off and answer me when you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could tell me to do something crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I would do it and not be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing side of you has driven me to that place where I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can not even understand why you have no vision for any future bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss&lt;br /&gt;That morning kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with Jake and talking about goals and making a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts so bad I just want to take my fist&lt;br /&gt;Beat my head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;senseless&lt;/span&gt; till my eyes start to mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to seek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;council&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to just leave without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Where did that person inside of you go Dana? To find resentment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found it&lt;br /&gt;Just like that time Jacob pointed out that zit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my face,&lt;br /&gt;Are the tears of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disgrace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came so far to only bail on each other...&lt;br /&gt;What a great and wonderful way to talk about me to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, I hurt inside...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you hate me for being ugly and annoying you anytime the thought of me is on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you I could share this with you&lt;br /&gt;But you would probably think I was being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pansy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own,&lt;br /&gt;I will still help you, just let that be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes closed cherish your vision.&lt;br /&gt;As you can not see the desire you have always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;arisen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of the women I have had, you were not the greatest of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But your quiet heart and best qualities have captivated me the most and been my hardest fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Are we even in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The stupidest thing I said that night, god what a dipshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;All of this from one simple word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;A flow of emotions and nothing is even heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it was yours, not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-4447961290202782074?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4447961290202782074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=4447961290202782074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4447961290202782074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4447961290202782074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-116632037951883601</id><published>2006-12-16T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:52:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pon-tif-i-cate</title><content type='html'>To express opinions or judgments in a dogmatic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about explains it. That is what my main issue is.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I gained this side of me from my mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that it has complicated this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;But I never claimed to be a bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a clue&lt;br /&gt;I would use the best glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do what?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just clean it up and not be the rediculas nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;Jake as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My selfish ways caused our hears to swell,&lt;br /&gt;with anger, frustration, and apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had intended for it to be.&lt;br /&gt;So messed up and seperated from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how to cultivate something inside of me that was new,&lt;br /&gt;I would express it and do what I have always done and that is remain true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she wants something new?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some young guy that has no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what she is like&lt;br /&gt;or what she put me through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO thats not it.&lt;br /&gt;I can not understand why I put myself in this pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These emotions have become my rehelm and my sancuary that&lt;br /&gt;transpire into shame and regret of what I always destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to look foward too than to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Dana, I am sorry there was so much that I cant stand to miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-116632037951883601?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116632037951883601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=116632037951883601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116632037951883601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116632037951883601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/12/pon-tif-i-cate.html' title='pon-tif-i-cate'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-4309991054076870199</id><published>2006-11-16T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:00:48.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Only half way there.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so great she even cut her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful as ever&lt;br /&gt;I care so much and will leave her never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November brings 3 years for us&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy we made it this far and things are now without fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my love&lt;br /&gt;These wings were once clipped like a tamed dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow for this&lt;br /&gt;we found bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you may offer a morning kiss.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet you smell when your close like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-4309991054076870199?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4309991054076870199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=4309991054076870199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4309991054076870199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/4309991054076870199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-116087382975291356</id><published>2006-10-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:57:09.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Turn</title><content type='html'>For the better things have taken a turn,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because that part of you has wanted to learn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me and what is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems somewhat great.&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that the next time I make an attempt to hold you close I wont be required to masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As down right selfish that sounds,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make love to you and feel your heavenly curves located near your mounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will let me inside of you?&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, physically and all those ways that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the glue that brings all my desires in life true.&lt;br /&gt;I just all around miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything sensual and arousing you used to do.&lt;br /&gt;When you would undress me and I would do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time it always felt new.&lt;br /&gt;And before all of this it was something I would long for, and still I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I am too high or too low&lt;br /&gt;Or it was how far I pushed myself inside that made you say whoa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry my facial hair bothered you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could just let it all go so we could just make love like we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could be tender with me and try not try to hinder me.&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand?&lt;br /&gt;It is you that for the rest of my life I want to be hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Can you just try to act like a woman for once and not like a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to prepare for a good time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will open up and allow me to seduce your mind and hopfully you just like we used too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-116087382975291356?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116087382975291356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=116087382975291356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116087382975291356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116087382975291356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/turn.html' title='A Turn'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-116035573718414653</id><published>2006-10-08T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:25:14.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impersonal</title><content type='html'>To be impersonal with me&lt;br /&gt;You act as though you have set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see love you so,&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair for you to just let me think like you have let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you are,&lt;br /&gt;Is something I have always wanted from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have given each other much,&lt;br /&gt;So many situations between us that we perhaps lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be so impersonal with me&lt;br /&gt;I have made so much of an improvement just so we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding you so,&lt;br /&gt;I miss those nice conversations that - just seemed to flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nice things you have done&lt;br /&gt;I have never forgotten I just never expected I would feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all really up to me?&lt;br /&gt;For us to capture what once used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will take the 2 of us,&lt;br /&gt;I have made an effort and I get the impression that I have missed the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever love me back?&lt;br /&gt;Will this pain inside of me be understood by you in fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only write these words for myself&lt;br /&gt;I intend that someday you will take your love for me off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make what we once had alive.&lt;br /&gt;It is just a decision that we focus on and all we should do is strive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just be my wife?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just live our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family is something I have always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I lost focus of it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt; I have noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do everything I can to change my ways...&lt;br /&gt;I look for brighter days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of your life is a once in a life time thing.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate what we have and so want us to bond with a ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-116035573718414653?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116035573718414653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=116035573718414653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116035573718414653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116035573718414653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/impersonal.html' title='Impersonal'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-116001685024223326</id><published>2006-10-04T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:54:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>When you feel isolated and alone&lt;br /&gt;do you feel jaded or like a clone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you show me your beautiful grin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If I could dedicate a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be,&lt;br /&gt;something from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the words.&lt;br /&gt;I sing them and my heart stirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps you may love me once did and you used to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that much of a disgusting fool?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I should of just drown in that pool when I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be here now and this wouldn't be so hard this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever you require at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;just how much this heart has turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't give me any affection.&lt;br /&gt;This crossroads of your life has reached it's intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to take a turn.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to stop this freezer burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get it dear?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I am even here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;but my heart is bleeding oh so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love me back&lt;br /&gt;That's how these chips are sitting in this stack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-116001685024223326?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/116001685024223326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=116001685024223326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116001685024223326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/116001685024223326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/10/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-115566720338548354</id><published>2006-08-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:52:42.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I ask you to build me up.&lt;br/&gt;I ask you to never claim to hate my guts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like much to ask,&lt;br/&gt;when everything we thought we new becomes a task&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to fix&lt;br/&gt;Maybe It&amp;quot;s because the rest were dicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being hurt carries great weight&lt;br/&gt;Becoming readjusted with someone new other than you is like moving to another state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through disapointment courage hides within the cracks&lt;br/&gt;From countless angles my own mind, emotions, and feelings attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-115566720338548354?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/115566720338548354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32747899&amp;postID=115566720338548354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/115566720338548354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32747899/posts/default/115566720338548354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/2006/08/build-me-up.html' title='Build Me Up'/><author><name>kevenvision</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://kevenvision.com/blog/pics/kev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32747899.post-115561904202051121</id><published>2006-08-14T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:17:22.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampled</title><content type='html'>Trying to conquer my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my inner anger back is creating this commotion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I cry for togetherness once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having so much guilt for not seeing the signs&lt;br /&gt;can eat a person up all over on their insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate me for my inconsistencies?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not cherish my idosycricies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these questions were asked by you to me.&lt;br /&gt;I would reply negative for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is all I have ever needed.&lt;br /&gt;Its all things that I begged and pleeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking for you show affection&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you give me some positive reflection&lt;br /&gt;For the attempts I have put into action.&lt;br /&gt;Just a hint of something would give me hope and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Can you please see that I am no longer wearing this mask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand we must re-develope - re-create - and most importantly reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I selling myself short for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Is your love for me just something you want to ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things you do have saddened me so...&lt;br /&gt;How you tell me to use my hand because what I want is someplace you do not want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have left in the morning and left me laying alone, not kissing me goodbye like you have been so apt too many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see.&lt;br /&gt;My emotional train wreck piles up one car at a time, feeling angered with myself because the love I care for has distanced herself from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I once knew gave so much and felt through and through.&lt;br /&gt;Can you find it in your heart to give me a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to fix what I fucked up because damned, you are my glue.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remain true&lt;br /&gt;no matter what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to renew&lt;br /&gt;What we once felt is on queue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32747899-115561904202051121?l=poemstomylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemstomylove.blogspot.com/feeds/115561904202051121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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