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She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She asked me to read her a poem
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
The portion of her face she allows me to see
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
Please remember to let me down gently.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Brought down as White, kept down as Black, brought up as None, left with me
She approached me with some vague line
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Calm Me Down
Tear Me Down
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
the way she wears her weary
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She always confused her greys with white.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She said she loved me
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
Down House
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
The house down the road
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
There is a panther stalks me down
She practices her speech
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
How The Original Pancake House nearly killed me
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She misses me
She told me to say that
She just looks at me
she gave her heart to a falling star
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
The man is bringing me down
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
Bringing Down the House
Tearing down the pump house
Who Pulls Me Down? Double Predestination in Marlowe's Faustus
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
how many alleys will you follow me down, if i just started running
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Let Me Take You Down To Memphis
Take Me Down to the Infirmary
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
she had already found her party
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She Will Have Her Way
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
burn down the house, see the moon
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Take Me Down
Don't tell me about her
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
She knows no truth except her own.
I asked her not to forget me
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
She keeps her lies everywhere
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She pulled the "I love you" on me
Gravity really gets me down
She Loves Me
That one makes me scream, she said
She told me I'd make a good Satan
The zeal of thine house hath eaten me up
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
sit down, you're rocking the house
Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining
Don't give me your hand me down love
hand me downs
To Lay Me Down
putting down her palette and brushes
I'm up, he sees me, I'm down
Dwayne Two Houses Down
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
Turning me down is the new sleeping with me
Blow me down!
A crow shook down on me
Burning Down the House
Strike me down - I'll be everything I'm not
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
FULL MOON SHINE DOWN ON ME
I am giving you every opportunity to let me down
She thought about giving him her heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Bathe her and bring her to me
her arms around me
and I wished you well as you cut me down
water pour down on us. trusting me, eyes shut.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Never Let Me Down Again
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Let Her Go Down
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
Lay me down in this long grass
Miss Cleo let me down
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm

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