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She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she, he, and me
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
If You Followed Her Gaze
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
She practices her speech
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Now he dances to bring her back.
The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She knows no truth except her own.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was coming out as he was going in.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
he has her eyes
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
The part that leads and follows
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
she lit her thumb on fire
Besides the part where she was the only one
as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She sits where she pleases
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Where once he walked
Those who will not follow are doomed to lead
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
Look around for the people doing the good work, follow their lead, stay calm.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She always was devious in her beauty
serene. She sips her tea
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
he/she
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me to read her a poem
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
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
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads
she gave her heart to a falling star
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
She always confused her greys with white.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He Said, She Said
He gave her a daisy
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
All he left her was alone
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
he (or she)
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
if he's not here, then where?
I sealed up my future where he could not get it.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She thought about giving him her heart
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
making certain he was touching 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.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I don't like her because she won't like me
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
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
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
He says she says
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
He and She
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
He and she are one
The rules of pool are not selective
Follow That Bird
Follow the Drinking Gourd
I just follow the sun around
Silence followed the explosion and left the streets lifeless and desolate
Where All the Birds Sit
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
He never returned
I'm scared to death of what havoc he could wreak in my life
Even my faults he adores
Chris and What He Untaught Me
I Am He that Aches with Love

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