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She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
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.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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 always was devious in her beauty
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She asked me to read her a poem
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
So she could feel as if she had danced
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
All he left her was alone
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
Let Her Go Down
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
You thought the silent treatment was as cold as it could get
Did the Japanese go and sit down and have dinner with Pearl Harbor before they bombed 'em?
I'm just so tired of waking up all alone
I'll look at this in a year and wonder how I could have been so stupid
So bashful when I spied her
She thought about giving him her heart
I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
Her face could make the ocean ache
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
Sit Down, Shut up & Hang On!
If I were watched alone, I'd be considered insane
makes you wonder how you ever felt affection for somebody who could hate you so
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
I am letting myself down so you don't have to
On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again
Just as it could not imprison itself with laws, impoverish itself with money or misguide itself with leaders, so it would not misrepresent itself with signs.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
The Eagle Sits Alone
So her hat does not blow away
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Over and over it would rain so that we could not dig the body up
You could be so delicious
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
I never thought a picture could cause so much pain
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
Oh, that it were so simple. That I could just utter those words.
I could hear her thoughts
It was a reasonable chat, I let him have it alone
About the things you could not show her
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
sit down
They did so because they believed they could.
She could be a businesswoman
Archived E2 FAQ: How come the site goes down so much? (document)
sit down, you're rocking the house
Get Up, Jack! John, Sit 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.
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
I would've suggested just shooting Cupid down, but Faust would’ve objected, so we stuck with the net
My crush asked if he could kiss me
Sitting alone in the quiet place
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
I was sure it was her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her name was Natalie
serene. She sips her tea
When I awoke, I was alone, and screaming
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
That moment before she asked
I asked her not to forget me
You asked me to leave. So I did.
On three separate occasions, I gave up my life so others could live
I'm so toasty, you could spread jam on me
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
It was the least I could do
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
Her smile could light up a three-story building
If only I could get into her head
It was all I could do not to cry
If you could see her through my eyes
I've read books so I know things that sound like they could be true
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Lost, alone, and sitting in a box
I'm so glad I'm no longer alone
It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
I have been alone while I was with many girls
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
I am someone and I wish so much I could help you
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
I felt a need for some excitement tonight, so I drove up and down random streets yelling "I am one with the flying cows!" at regular intervals
You'd better sit down
Trompe
She could not live with or without him
i assume it is considered odd to be so fond of someone based on text alone
Sitting thirteen at a table
Sit Down. Stand Up.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Jesus is mowing my lawn while his disciples are sitting down waiting
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
so glad I'm not alone in my dreams
putting down her palette and brushes
sandstorm firestorm windstorm she stands alone
Thumbing down a ride when you could take the bus
I don't like her because she won't like me
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
What makes her so cute?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She flies with her own wings
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
why I do have to get so deep with people all the time just to gently let them down 2 weeks later
a frozen corpse, a pile of rags, an assortment of bones. i sit down, next in line.

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