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I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She only wants me for tech support
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She only wants me for sex
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She Will Have Her Way
I have always wanted someone to say to me what you just said
She just looks at me
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Speaks to Me
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
the way she wears her weary
That one makes me scream, she said
She Blinded Me With Science
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I want the stars so bright they make me breathless
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
she gave her heart to a falling star
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She flies with her own wings
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She always confused her greys with white.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She approached me with some vague line
She misses me
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she had already found her party
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She knows no truth except her own.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She cleaned up for me at least.
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
She is still undoing me.
He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
I would have liked thunder when she left
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
serene. She sips her tea
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She said she loved me
She Fucks Me
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
does she need to touch her own face to know?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She loved me for my maths
And if terrorists wanted to communicate secretly, mightn't they just do so by collaborating on a 'draft' here at e2? Can the NSA check on our drafts? Who knows? Inquiring minds want to know, Jay!
I have no proof that he would ever want to kiss or destroy me.
She pulled the "I love you" on me
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 just stares at us like we're crazy
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she seems bored with me after all this time
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
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's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She looks at me and she laughs
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She tells me she drives a truck.
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
it is a new dawn and I am a new me, this you can have if you want
I don't have a life; Everyone else wants to live my life for me
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Who the heck wants to look like an old lady? Pick me, pick me!
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
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.
Those pajamas just make me want to give you a great big full bodied bear hug flying tackle of cuddle doom
She told me to say that
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
That which cannot give me everything I might want
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She Loves Me
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
want me like time
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She kills me
She loves me, she loves me not
Two condoms, she makes me wear
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
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She practices her speech
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She thought about giving him her heart
she lit her thumb on fire
Tell him, she told me
She doesn't need me anymore
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.

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