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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her smile could light up a three-story building
she gave her heart to a falling star
wake up and find her still there
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She asked me to read her a poem
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Telling Anna you love her the first time
I fell in love with her first
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
Tell Laura I love her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
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
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I told her I couldn't sleep
Bleed to Love Her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Take Her up to Monto
My love in her attire doth show her wit
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
serene. She sips her tea
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
Devil up her sleeve
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How long have you been in love with her?
she lit her thumb on fire
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She thought about giving him her heart
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Each month I love in her own way
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
7 things to say to a girl to make her fall in love with you
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I love her backwards
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
If you loved her, you'd be home by now
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She always was devious in her beauty
She flies with her own wings
she had already found her party
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I still love her (user)
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Tell Stacey I love her
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
It's been an hour. I still love her.
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
I fell in love with her fist
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She knows no truth except her own.
My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Dig up her bones
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
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 opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
her
Her braid; I obeyed
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
Written in her French Psalter
Things you can tell just by looking at her
The Author to Her Book
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
Stand in the doorway and watch her
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
her eyes
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk

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