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		<description>The original writings of author HopelessRomantic</description>
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			<title>Do You?</title>
			<description>Do you enjoy it? Hurting me the way you do. You tell me weare fine, and then behind my back you can&amp;rsquo;t wait to get out. You tell me thiswill work, but you already feel it won&amp;rsquo;t. You get your wires crossed and assumethe untrue. You say you&amp;rsquo;re not jealous, but I can&amp;rsquo;t ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145736/</link>
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			<title>Untitled 4</title>
			<description>written in 2001</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145732/</link>
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			<title>Teenage</title>
			<description>Written in 2001</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145731/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>Written in 2001. Dedicated to the guy that broke up with me because I would not sleep with him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145729/</link>
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			<title>Valentine</title>
			<description>Written in 2001</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145726/</link>
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			<title>70s</title>
			<description>written in 2001</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145722/</link>
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			<title>Hole in My Heart</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I had to move away from my son for 4 months</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145720/</link>
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			<title>My Son</title>
			<description>You are my lightMy joyThe entire world around meYou are my nightMy dayThe stars in my skyYou are my breathMy heartThat blood that flows through meYou are my sonMy hopeThe reason I keep going</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145717/</link>
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			<title>I need to know</title>
			<description>Let me see what I want to seeLet me know what I need to knowOnly then will I feel saneOnly then can I truly be the way I need to beI don&amp;rsquo;t want to wait any longerI want to know now&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His hair was brownI was three</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145714/</link>
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			<title>Untitled 3</title>
			<description>You spend endless daysWondering around the worldIn the mind numbing stingOf the thoughtless existence That you claim as your lifeHoping and praying that you Find meaning in why youWere sent here to this planet You would like to think thatThere is a reason you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145713/</link>
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			<title>My Life</title>
			<description>My life is goodWith you hereMy life is betterWith you nearMy life is betterWhen I talk to youMy life is better When I think of youMy life is betterWhen I look at youMy life is betterBecause of you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145711/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>Sometimes I see your faceIn my dreamsAnd I think you&amp;rsquo;re really hereThen I wake upAnd you&amp;rsquo;re goneIt takes all my strengthTo keep goingWithout you hereThinking of youKeeps me strongKnowing you will be here soon Keeps me going onYou are ev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145709/</link>
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			<title>Untitled 2</title>
			<description>I cannot waitTo feel your touchTo feel your kissTo smell your scentTo know your loveI cannot waitTo know youTo love youTo do everything with youI cannot wait Any longerTo tell you how I feelYou mean the world to me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145707/</link>
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			<title>Untitled 1</title>
			<description>You are the joy in my eyesThe light of my heartEverything to meI miss you withinWhen I can&amp;rsquo;t talk to youYou mean the whole world to meIf I lost youI would dieWithout you I crumbleI shed tearsThinking of youI smileWhen I remember your words..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145705/</link>
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			<title>Step Up</title>
			<description>Not yet readyTo be the man you need to beStill wanting to be a kidTake responsibilityFor what you helped makeQuit staying out till morning comesBe a manNot a boyThere is more to life nowThan parties and beerYou have a son to take care ofStep upDo y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145703/</link>
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			<title>Motherhood</title>
			<description>written when my son was a toddler</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145693/</link>
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			<title>One Day</title>
			<description>Written in 2006</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145692/</link>
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			<title>Just for You</title>
			<description>Written in 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145689/</link>
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			<title>Why do I bother</title>
			<description>Written in 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145684/</link>
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			<title>Move On</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was trying to decide if I wanted to leave my boyfriend or not</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145677/</link>
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			<title>Mine Not Yours</title>
			<description>written when I was with my last boyfriend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145676/</link>
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			<title>David H. H. </title>
			<description>Written about my ex husband when we were still together</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145674/</link>
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			<title>How I Feel</title>
			<description>written when me and my ex husband were going through a really rough patch</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145671/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>written when my grandpa had a quadruple bypass </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145669/</link>
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			<title>Perkines</title>
			<description>had to write what emotions felt like, sounded like, and tasted like</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145668/</link>
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			<title>Peace</title>
			<description>Written in the 6th grade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145667/</link>
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			<title>Wouldn't it be Great?</title>
			<description>This was written in the 6th grade for a school contest. I was too scared to submit it but my mom took it in. She was told that if I had submitted it I would have won the entire thing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145665/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was 16 and my Grandpa passed away. It was a raw and emotional time for me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145664/</link>
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			<title>Hate</title>
			<description>Written in the 5th grade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145660/</link>
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			<title>Black</title>
			<description>written in the 5th grade when we had to write about how we thought colors felt, tasted, looked, and sounded. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145659/</link>
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			<title>Hell</title>
			<description>I wrote this in the 8th grade. I went through a period of hating the world and depression. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145658/</link>
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			<title>JTG</title>
			<description>There is a guy I like, but I feel invisible when he is around. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mstiana/1145657/</link>
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