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She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She asked me to read her a poem
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I don't like her because she won't like me
She was never mine. I always shared her.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She had never kissed someone so old.
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
That moment before she asked
Kiss me once and never again
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
she blows a virtual kiss to the net of ether
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She is still undoing me.
"You've never danced with anyone like me before," the angel and the devil said to one another.
She Will Have Her Way
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She thought about giving him her heart
each flake a cold kiss she brushes off
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She tells me she drives a truck.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She always was devious in her beauty
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Before she started smoking
She keeps her lies everywhere
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Advice my father gave me before I left for college
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She left without saying goodbye
She just looks at me
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She left these broken things
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She only wants me for sex
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
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.
Tell him, she told me
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She knows no truth except her own.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
She Loves Me
Somebody once asked me...
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She told me to say that
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
Two condoms, she makes me wear
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She loves me, she loves me not
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
she, he, and me
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
You asked me once what I would remember... this, and much more
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
serene. She sips her tea
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
she seems bored with me after all this time
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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 saved me from Hylas' fate
She cleaned up for me at least.
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 looks at me and she laughs
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She Blinded Me With Science
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
She kills me
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
does she need to touch her own face to know?
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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
My crush asked if he could kiss me
what she kisses twice
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
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 was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Your kisses, even in word form, give me butterflies
She approached me with some vague line
She won't kiss him until she marries him
Oh Ricky, how come you never kissed me?
She misses me
The vacuum she left
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
I asked her not to forget me
I would have liked thunder when she left
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That one makes me scream, she said
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She only wants me for tech support
She said she loved me
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She flies with her own wings
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She Fucks Me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She loved me for my maths
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Did you once stand before me without shame?
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She doesn't need me anymore
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room

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