<?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-34826326</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:37.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss the stars with me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010676307190239284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a351/lilkris060/100_1312-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34826326.post-115914053910511965</id><published>2006-09-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:28:59.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I honestly couldn't tell you why I wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess I just really really liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you don't  I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;The pain you’ve put me through&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurt&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to break down&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to cry&lt;br /&gt;I try harder and harder to forget&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try&lt;br /&gt;It hurts more&lt;br /&gt;All those days you’ve made cry&lt;br /&gt;You’ll soon regret&lt;br /&gt;As I make you feel the same pain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll realize&lt;br /&gt;Just how much you’ve hurt me&lt;br /&gt;This will no longer be mine&lt;br /&gt;This is something you might call karma&lt;br /&gt;It won’t pass you up&lt;br /&gt;Have fun dealing with the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K. PowellNovember 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34826326-115914053910511965?l=perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/feeds/115914053910511965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34826326&amp;postID=115914053910511965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115914053910511965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115914053910511965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-honestly-couldnt-tell-you-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010676307190239284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a351/lilkris060/100_1312-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34826326.post-115903603925176227</id><published>2006-09-23T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:27:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm..I wrote this one a long time ago in like October 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's definatly not my best but i really don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll all get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around you I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate&lt;br /&gt;Just hearing your voice&lt;br /&gt;Makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;What could this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing you and talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Can give me butterflies&lt;br /&gt;You make the difference in my day&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray it's you.&lt;br /&gt;I think this may mean I love you&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes your all I see&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain hw I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;When I try&lt;br /&gt;My words get scrambled&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm positive&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me this isn't a  game&lt;br /&gt;Telling I'm not wasting my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Or my time on you&lt;br /&gt;Because I know now&lt;br /&gt;     I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff80"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34826326-115903603925176227?l=perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/feeds/115903603925176227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34826326&amp;postID=115903603925176227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115903603925176227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115903603925176227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010676307190239284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a351/lilkris060/100_1312-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34826326.post-115903463976811149</id><published>2006-09-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:03:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's a poem I wrote when I felt my world was going to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd lost the love of my life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Atleast that's what it felt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had been together since December 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I thought it was all over for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This just proves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Give it time and everything will turn out for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We're now back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But this is probably my favorite poem I've wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I did nothing but think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You did nothing but hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to the nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We stayed up and talked to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here’s to the bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to the ideal teenage relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nothing but heartache in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Millions of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Feeling like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to a love, stronger than belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We were the "perfect couple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never upset when one another was around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just another tragic teenage love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Girl meets boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Girl falls too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Girl ends up with tears and heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;---Krista Powell Aug. 19th 2006...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34826326-115903463976811149?l=perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/feeds/115903463976811149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34826326&amp;postID=115903463976811149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115903463976811149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34826326/posts/default/115903463976811149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectinyourweakness.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-poem-i-wrote-when-i-felt-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15010676307190239284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a351/lilkris060/100_1312-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
