<?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-4313666919683807463</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:28.371-07:00</updated><category term='weirdo'/><category term='Lauryn Hill'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Lovin'/><category term='I would Never'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Then Oyin Said...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oyin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707429071049719033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SCjd0l1cz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_ISeAdZVM/S220/Picture+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313666919683807463.post-7829825663713418732</id><published>2008-08-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:01:49.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I would Never'/><title type='text'>It's Just One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay... I'm trying to keep my cool the best way i know how. It is most definitely a mystery why i continue to put up with so much unnecessary shit. In the words of Grandmaster Flash, "Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm tryin not to loose my head." I swear once i find what i have been waiting for the bullshit will end. I wont give up because i know God has his own way of doing things, so i will wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday i was talking to a "friend" and he was asking me about some past relationships that i had forced myself to forget about, and it resurfaced all the old hurt that i had packed away. I know that everyone goes through shit every now and again but it is so hard for me to endure the pain because i don't feel i have anyone i can really turn to for comforting or advice. That's why i write i guess, even though I'm pretty much just talking to myself ( oh well). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway i found one of the poems that i wrote a long time ago. It's actually kind of funny reading it now because i was so stupid. I swore i was in love, not even knowing the real meaning. I know i didn't know the meaning then because i still don't really know the definition of love, if there is on at all. But regardless if i was i love or not i was still hurt. Details are irrelevant, just know the shit hurt! This is for my first Heart breaker you know who you are young sir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Would Never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;July 10th 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:45 am (lol smh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never wish anyone pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want his heart to hurt the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As mine did when he shattered it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And left me here to piece back every bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never wish death on any human soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but Karma is a bitch and his heart must pay the toll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because what goes around, comes around. That's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple lesson that must be learned during youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never want to make anyone cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But to say i wouldn't want to see his tears would be a damn lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It would not make me joyful or spark need for rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i would capture the moment forever if i had that choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never want him to have sleepless nights, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or tossing and turning in his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i would like to know the days he did me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what was going through his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would never wish bad things on anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;because that's not how i was raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;however the fact that, that is irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to him still leaves me amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say watch what you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;because it might come to be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So for now i will leave all my wishing alone because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WOULD NEVER!!!&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/4313666919683807463-7829825663713418732?l=thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7829825663713418732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313666919683807463&amp;postID=7829825663713418732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/7829825663713418732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/7829825663713418732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s Just One of Those Days'/><author><name>Oyin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707429071049719033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SCjd0l1cz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_ISeAdZVM/S220/Picture+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313666919683807463.post-3203743277127327491</id><published>2008-08-10T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:09:55.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdo'/><title type='text'>L.A.M.E. (i'm signed to N.E.R.D.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okay so i was just talkin to myself 10 minutes ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and myself said, "Oyin you should definitely blog more often!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I said to Me, "GREAT IDEA BABY CAKES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So watch out now Blog Nation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313666919683807463-3203743277127327491?l=thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3203743277127327491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313666919683807463&amp;postID=3203743277127327491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/3203743277127327491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/3203743277127327491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/lame-im-signed-to-nerd.html' title='L.A.M.E. (i&apos;m signed to N.E.R.D.)'/><author><name>Oyin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707429071049719033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SCjd0l1cz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_ISeAdZVM/S220/Picture+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313666919683807463.post-6245231213462740302</id><published>2008-08-10T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:30:55.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauryn Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lovin Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SJ-HSayVPJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5WOkWISVRX4/s1600-h/lauryn-hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233050042525629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SJ-HSayVPJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5WOkWISVRX4/s400/lauryn-hill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lovin Hill" is a poem i wrote during a very trying period of my life. I was stressed from so many things that i am surprised i overcame it all. I thank God, my writing and Lauryn Hill for that. I feel like every time i listen to her music i get a different message even if it's the same exact song. I got the inspiration to write this song from India Arie and her song called "Wonderful", It was a tribute song to Stevie Wonder :) So here is my "Lovin Hill", my tribute to Ms. Lauryn Hill:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will need to kill a chill pill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay real, and not feel ill&lt;br /&gt;on sweet Lovin Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my best bet would be to&lt;br /&gt;re-direct my focus from that thing, that thing&lt;br /&gt;cause THAT THING may not be for me&lt;br /&gt;So instead I'll do well for me so everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will need to kill a chill pill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay real, and not feel ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on sweet Lovin Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried many times before&lt;br /&gt;to find the sweetest thing I'd ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause she said it could all be so simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you'd rather break me and leave me crippled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will need to kill a chill pill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay real, and not feel ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on sweet Lovin Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to love him, but now i don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may fall again but i pray i won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart broke, it was left in shatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so now nothing even matters... to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will need to kill a chill pill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay real, and not feel ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on sweet Lovin Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you might go numb cause you just lost one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because i will follow him, I'll be taken to the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will remain joyful joyful and carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because now the joy of my heart is in Zion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will need to kill a chill pill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stay real, and not feel ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on sweet Lovin Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4313666919683807463-6245231213462740302?l=thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6245231213462740302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4313666919683807463&amp;postID=6245231213462740302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/6245231213462740302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4313666919683807463/posts/default/6245231213462740302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenoyinsaid.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovin-hill.html' title='Lovin Hill'/><author><name>Oyin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707429071049719033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SCjd0l1cz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RR_ISeAdZVM/S220/Picture+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xsn4VbdfULg/SJ-HSayVPJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5WOkWISVRX4/s72-c/lauryn-hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313666919683807463.post-8157763404998056306</id><published>2008-05-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:21:41.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An original piece by me Entitled: &lt;em&gt;Ugly Truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you think you know what love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me tell you that you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not all hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an ugly morbid song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It starts off with two people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who swear that they're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;their hearts soar like birds and bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the lovely skies above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then things start to get shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;intentions are not clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you stop saying what yo feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because separation is what you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now your dates have become silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can even say they're weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you know things are really bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when he starts rubbing on his beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That means he's having a hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;getting out what he needs to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he looks you in the eye and says I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but our relationship has to end today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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