<?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-8025267774205854375</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:37:18.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>"Ready to smile and love life"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-1322750725016747177</id><published>2010-02-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:39:13.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I dance around these empty halls,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of things that are to come&lt;br /&gt;Singing of the endless sorrows of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about the life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance around the problems I face,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to outrun them &lt;br /&gt;Praying I can escape the pain, &lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see the light of day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-1322750725016747177?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1322750725016747177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=1322750725016747177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1322750725016747177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1322750725016747177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2010/02/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-5528475605063443725</id><published>2009-12-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:50:44.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>I have been there before&lt;br /&gt;Looking over my should&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if this is the day&lt;br /&gt;When everything comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;When lies, loves, and desires are reviled&lt;br /&gt;When all the secrets I’ve kept &lt;br /&gt;Come back to haunt me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-5528475605063443725?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5528475605063443725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=5528475605063443725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5528475605063443725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5528475605063443725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-6044800754965361526</id><published>2009-05-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:13:18.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If I told you my secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Would it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If I told you the desires of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Would it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I told you my heart is in your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I said you could have it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Would it matter ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I matter ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think you could love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Would it matter if I said I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Would any of this matter to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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It'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-5138540325704930330</id><published>2009-04-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:01:48.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>The days of waiting for you are finished&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer holding my breath for you&lt;br /&gt;No longer will jealousy take grasp of my heart&lt;br /&gt;No longer will desire burn with in me&lt;br /&gt;The care and love I once felt is ignored&lt;br /&gt;Buried deep inside, never to be opened&lt;br /&gt;I morn my loss of you, but never again will I morn&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even still my heart is halved with the loss of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-5138540325704930330?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5138540325704930330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=5138540325704930330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5138540325704930330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5138540325704930330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-7655761179867840107</id><published>2009-04-03T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:21:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ready</title><content type='html'>I am ready to take a chance with you&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to stay up in those clouds with you&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to give my everything to you&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be high on you&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be ready for you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-7655761179867840107?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7655761179867840107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=7655761179867840107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/7655761179867840107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/7655761179867840107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-ready.html' title='I am ready'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-6219493220715508725</id><published>2009-03-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:33:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To long</title><content type='html'>Everything seems bleak without you&lt;br /&gt;Life has lost its colour&lt;br /&gt;Life had lost its meaning&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;I need to know i am loved&lt;br /&gt;I need to know there is more than this,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs its colour back&lt;br /&gt;My life needs the meaningfulness it once had,&lt;br /&gt;I need the love i once felt back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To long have i felt nothing&lt;br /&gt;To long has meaninglessness,&lt;br /&gt;Ruled my life&lt;br /&gt;To long has the loss of love,&lt;br /&gt;Held me back from living&lt;br /&gt;To long have i waited for you&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;Will i wait for your love&lt;br /&gt;No longer will i wait,&lt;br /&gt;For you to make me feel meaningful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-6219493220715508725?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6219493220715508725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=6219493220715508725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/6219493220715508725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/6219493220715508725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-long.html' title='To long'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-6229531895761077695</id><published>2009-02-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:25:00.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning my room...</title><content type='html'>I hate cleaning my room. It is something i try very hard not to do.&lt;br /&gt;People can say its cause i'm lazy but that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my room to be too clean. That's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;When my room is messy its when i feel the most comfortable and most at home.&lt;br /&gt;My messy room in some ways reflects how i am on the inside. I am very much a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I am emotional, always sick w/ something, and either my life is teetering toward a pit of darkness or my life is great. More so my life is teetering toward a pit of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;When my room is clean i feel like a fake, as if for some stupid reason i'm trying to prove to myself that my life is perfect like my room which it is not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be someone I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather live in the truth rather than live in a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-6229531895761077695?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6229531895761077695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=6229531895761077695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/6229531895761077695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/6229531895761077695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleaning-my-room.html' title='cleaning my room...'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-1793024396319963881</id><published>2009-02-23T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:01:39.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a cold... ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Fighting for  breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Silently screaming all the while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hoping someone hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Praying this isn't the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Air no longer passes my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My battle is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;No longer warm with life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My cold shell remains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-1793024396319963881?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1793024396319963881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=1793024396319963881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1793024396319963881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1793024396319963881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-cold-ugh.html' title='I have a cold... ugh'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-5955141316442752088</id><published>2009-02-17T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:38:54.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wallowing in a sea of self doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thoughts of nothingness consume me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Out of all I’ve known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am pulled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dripping in absolute fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Of the mysterious unknown  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No, longer shielded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Self doubt and darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That once ruled my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Unbound light rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This unknown land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With strength and power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That knows no bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-5955141316442752088?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5955141316442752088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=5955141316442752088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5955141316442752088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/5955141316442752088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-doubt.html' title='Self doubt'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-6209576104758245921</id><published>2009-01-27T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:08:48.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she will be loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maroon 5 is a great band and i can go on and on about how amazing they are, but i won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;They have this song called "She will be loved" it is one of my favorite songs. There is just something about it, so here are the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; She had some trouble with herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; He was always there to help her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; She always belonged to someone else  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I drove for miles and miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And wound up at your door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I've had you so many times but somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I want more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't mind spending everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Out on your corner in the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Look for the girl with the broken smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Ask her if she wants to stay awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Tap on my window knock on my door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I want to make you feel beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I know I tend to get so insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; It doesn't matter anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; It's not always rainbows and butterflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; It's compromise that moves us along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; My heart is full and my door's always open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; You can come anytime you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't mind spending everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Out on your corner in the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Look for the girl with the broken smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Ask her if she wants to stay awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I know where you hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Alone in your car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Know all of the things that make you who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I know that goodbye means nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Tap on my window knock on my door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't mind spending everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Out on your corner in the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Look for the girl with the broken smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Ask her if she wants to stay awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't mind spending everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Out on your corner in the pouring rain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I think couple of my favorite things about this song  is the phrase "she will be loved". I like how its she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; be loved, so its not that the guy does not love her but that she is going to be loved by others. And the phrase "I don't mind spending everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  Out on your corner in the pouring rain" makes my heart pang for a guy like that ( sappy i know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; He knows he can't be with her but that he wants to be there for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The whole song is just incredible. When i listen to it at times i catch myself wishing for a guy like that. Then later i berate myself for being stupid. Yeah, i know its good to hope and dream about things like that... supposedly. But why wish or think things like that only to get your heart ripped out and stamped on? Its not practical, but I do it anyway. I wish for it but i don't believe in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, its a great song. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" - Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="body"&gt;"Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; " -Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="body"&gt;"We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; " - Alfred Lord Tennyson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/alfredlord153699.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="body"&gt;"Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;" - Alfred Lord Tennyson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="body"&gt;"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; " - Robert Browning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/robertbrow108884.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" - Robert Browning  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/robertbrow387595.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="body"&gt;"One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; " - Robert Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="body"&gt;"You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;" - Robert Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/robertbrow149539.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="body"&gt;"First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; " - Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="body"&gt;"Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="body"&gt;"If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; " - Elizabeth Barrett Browning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/elizabethb136589.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="body"&gt;"All the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;" - Saint Thomas Aquinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="body"&gt;"I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy. And you can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Charles Manson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="body"&gt;"You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; " - Charles Manson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="body"&gt;"I can't judge any of you. I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you. But I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; " Charles Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/elizabethb393238.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/robertbrow117854.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-1240973284538890708?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1240973284538890708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=1240973284538890708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1240973284538890708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1240973284538890708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-are-some-really-good-quotes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-211355902145646257</id><published>2007-12-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:07:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So today we started are exams...they were..well they were exams..evil things..lol its true though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not only was it exam day it was lets all beat Kayla up day!! lol Emafa and Willi attacked me when I was coming out of the staircase at school..it was funny..well more so  for them than me.. but oh well, I'll get them back..hehehe.. lol I have to go save the world one step at the time. lol actually I'm going to take a shower but I am probably saving the world cuz boy to i smell.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-211355902145646257?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/211355902145646257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=211355902145646257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/211355902145646257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/211355902145646257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-today-we-started-are-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-8292962539217079726</id><published>2007-12-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:23:59.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;So this one my poems it NOT one of my bests I can do better (this poem is on myspace 2 ) lol I wrote this really sweet sonnet for english once i get it back I'll post it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;My heart is a tangle of fragile threads&lt;br /&gt;Blood dripping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;Between two&lt;br /&gt;I don't know want to think or say&lt;br /&gt;I just stand there&lt;br /&gt;A blank expression on my face&lt;br /&gt;People ask me, am I ok?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;That my heart is being torn thread by thread&lt;br /&gt;That the blood coursing through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Is now on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn between two&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-8292962539217079726?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8292962539217079726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=8292962539217079726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/8292962539217079726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/8292962539217079726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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-8025267774205854375.post-3232563277726105348</id><published>2007-11-15T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:27:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible class was funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BagatrixFont;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bible class today was fun and really funny. Emefa said something so freaking funny, maybe just because I was there...anyway I think it was willy that started it, called us girls fat ( he was joking) we were all laughing. Then Emefa said that we are not fat but we are all just big boned, not fat just big boned. I laughed so hard so did Amy (my bible &amp;amp; PE teacher). I love my teachers, even though they give enough home work to keep you busy for the next couple years or so..But I know that they give us (students) hw cause they care about us and about the knowledge that  we learn. lol... not that I wouldn't mind a little less hw... hw is what I should be doing  right now I guess....sick...hw...vile word homework is... lol :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BagatrixFont;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-3232563277726105348?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3232563277726105348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=3232563277726105348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/3232563277726105348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/3232563277726105348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2007/11/bible-class-was-funny.html' title='Bible class was funny'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-4325645693151633192</id><published>2007-11-10T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:21:17.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's youth pool party was amazing!! It was so much fun, everyone was there. We played some pretty cool game's that involved a lot of running : ) the pool was really fun... Chip, Cyan, and me wrestled for good part of the time in the pool for a stupid volleyball no reason at all. Mark like body slammed me in the pool it hurt like heck, but was really funny. Wally spoke, he was really amazing. He talked about being able to cry out to God and to and ask of help. Also no to be ashamed to cry when things aren't going well. He's right, you should be able to cry when things are bad. And to be able to cry out to God for help. Well I tired and I'm falling asleep as I type. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-4325645693151633192?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4325645693151633192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=4325645693151633192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/4325645693151633192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/4325645693151633192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-youth-pool-party-was-amazing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025267774205854375.post-1468073202208638857</id><published>2007-11-08T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:27:57.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog!! : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l_-smyof5jw/RzNr13TWvaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPZXG3jZ6DI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l_-smyof5jw/RzNr13TWvaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPZXG3jZ6DI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130562973627497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting in my room listening to LikinPark and I'm thinking WOW I wish I could sing like that. But then I realize that I'm a girl and that Chester Bennington( lead vocalist for Likin park) is a boy. Also It's a probably a good thing that I don't sound like a guy, that would be weird. lol..Likin Park rocks! Well I have a blog now, that's step one. Step two is thinking of something to write......I thought of something! I found out the coolest thing today, that your tongue doesn't really fit behind your teeth! I never really thought about until yva was complaining about somthing about her tongue..lol and I came to this conclusion in English class to...it was great! : ) lol  My hand hurts...and I have too much home work for one poor girl to take... I can hear the violin playing.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025267774205854375-1468073202208638857?l=godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1468073202208638857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025267774205854375&amp;postID=1468073202208638857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1468073202208638857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025267774205854375/posts/default/1468073202208638857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godlovesme-kayla.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-blog.html' title='First blog!! : )'/><author><name>storm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09699092280730497278</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l_-smyof5jw/RzNr13TWvaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sPZXG3jZ6DI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
