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She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She knows no truth except her own.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
she gave her heart to a falling star
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
does she need to touch her own face to know?
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she wants to kill and break hearts
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She thought about giving him her heart
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She always confused her greys with white.
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
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
And When She Sings
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Can't she just carpool or something?
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
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.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She flies with her own wings
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Venus, when she is the evening star
I would have liked thunder when she left
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she can't remember what it's like to be found
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.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
she broke my heart
When she died
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
She collected broken hearts
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I never told you she stole my heart
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
She Will Have Her Way
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
At night, her eyes closed, she would
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she can't hit
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She keeps her lies everywhere
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
When she was bad
When she is talking to him
His face when she fell
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
It must be morning when she dreams.
she does not know how much I need this
(she's a monster) she ate my heart
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I don't like her because she won't like me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
When The Levee Breaks
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
where was your heart when we needed it most?
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
When Your Heartstrings Break
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
when my time is in the past, i hope my heart lays in the grass, and feeds another one who lives like it's all just begun
Feel her pain
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
Helping people cheat
So bashful when I spied her
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
You will know me by those colors, deep and bold, of the heart you never knew.
The last dog I ever gave my entire heart to break
to let her know
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
You know you could touch the keys and make my heart sing

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