﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>x_TragicDisaster_x's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from x_TragicDisaster_x</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x</link></image><item><title>Tuesday, June 28, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/293665424/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/293665424/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 20:47:27 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;As the rain began to fall&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;The lonely girl slowly began to cry&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;For when her love said i love you&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;It was all just a silly lie.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;He played it like a game&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Though her heart was always true&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She never played with that love&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;That was something she couldn't do.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Then to hear him say those words&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Those words of unworldly hate&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Took her back to when times where happy&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Where he believed their love was fate.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She thought back through all of this&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;As she walked home in a daze&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;He had told her of his dreams of them together,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Now those dreams are just a haze.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Soon she wiped the tears away,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;No longer seeing the need to cry,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;He was the one who messed up&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;As she thought of this she then asked herself why&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Why had she loved him so much?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Why had she fallen so fast?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She didn't have the answer&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;But decided to leave it in the past.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Then as the weeks past&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She saw him more and more&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Deep inside something began to erupt&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;It was loves desire knocking at the door.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She keep telling it to go away&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She couldn't love him anymore&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;But what she didn't quite know was&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She had never felt true love before.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;They were okay until one day&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;He started the hate again&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;She thought she knew him&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Thought she could call him a friend.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Now its all over,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Never to surface again,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;For she learned her lesson&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=center&gt;Their road has come to an end.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/293665424/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, June 17, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285903571/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285903571/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 11:09:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"Once upon a time"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The beginning of every fairy-tale&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Where a poor girl's dream comes true&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The same old plot never seems to fail.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The perfect story of true love&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The story of a life thats fake&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Not like real lifes love&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Where everything can be put up for stake.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;And sometimes that Prince Charming&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Is nothing but that toad&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Where no magic potion for love&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Can&amp;nbsp;make him charming or&amp;nbsp;can be sold.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You have to take the chances&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Nothing in life is set in stone&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;For if it was...........&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;no one would be left alone.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;In reality there is not one person&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Who can rescue her &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;From the life shes lived in pain&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;It never ends with a "Happily Ever After."&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285903571/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, June 17, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285901338/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285901338/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 11:05:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;The relationship is over&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;This i know&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;But i still love you&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;This feeling just won't go.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;The memory of you&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Lingers in my head&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Your touch...smell....kiss&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;All of the things you said.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You made up silly excuses&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;To all of my questions of why&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;But i heard everything&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;From the truth to every single lie.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You made me feel special&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Like you really needed me&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You saw something inside&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;No one else could ever see.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Reality though has set in &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I know we aren't together&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;There may not be an "Us"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;But it doesn't mean i don't care.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285901338/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, June 16, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285285274/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285285274/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 14:20:42 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;My heart is aching...&lt;BR&gt;From all of your lies...&lt;BR&gt;The shattered me...&lt;BR&gt;Cries tears from saddened eyes.&lt;BR&gt;Its not working...&lt;BR&gt;Your still there..&lt;BR&gt;In my mind...&lt;BR&gt;Just everywhere...&lt;BR&gt;Why must you &lt;BR&gt;haunt me so?&lt;BR&gt;Or is it me &lt;BR&gt;who just can't let go?&lt;BR&gt;You love just poofed..&lt;BR&gt;Into thinning air...&lt;BR&gt;Leaving me feeling lonely..&lt;BR&gt;Nothing to spare....&lt;BR&gt;To you it was just three words&lt;BR&gt;"I love you!"&lt;BR&gt;You said it as if..&lt;BR&gt;Those words where true.&lt;BR&gt;You did many things..&lt;BR&gt;Silly excuses are what you said..&lt;BR&gt;Now those words......&lt;BR&gt;Float through my head.&lt;BR&gt;The memories of you..&lt;BR&gt;Your touch..your kiss..&lt;BR&gt;Still linger on inside..&lt;BR&gt;Are the things i miss.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;wrote this just this morning.........i have a long one kinda like a story i shall post later.......&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/x_TragicDisaster_x/285285274/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>