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If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
She Will Have Her Way
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I would have liked thunder when she left
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
That icky feeling when a client calls with a downed server and you have no clue how to fix it
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
Who needs love when you can have death?
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
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When a boy comes over, always have something baking
She flies with her own wings
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be
have you found the words to save her?
If you didn't have free will, would you know it?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
A time when a gun might have been helpful
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I didn't know such things when I was young
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she lit her thumb on fire
radios work better when closer to her skin
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
At least I didn't have to pay...
the way she wears her weary
Some vampires actually get pissed when you tell them to Have A Nice Day
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
How to get Apache to tell your visitors when files have moved or been deleted
How long have you been in love with her?
When living we have need of Death
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
When people ask "Where are you from?" I have to think for a minute
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
when even the plants have abandoned me
When we have reached the end of time and light
She didn't believe in transcendence
The things I spend my money on didn't exist when my parents were younger
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She always was devious in her beauty
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I didn't always have this cool job
I suppose I could have married a World Cup soccer player, but I didn't
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
What she didn't say
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
I wish you could have met me before I became food
When we kiss I can hear your thoughts, so I would rather we didn't
When you have a trip planned, but don't go, you need to cancel your reservations
When I tell stories about you I have to use my hands
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
You should have killed me when you had the chance
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
a bad day is when I lie in the bed and think of things that might have been
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire
times when i have said: i wanted to write
We have met the enemy and he is us
For future reference, when in eternity or insanity; dreams I would like to have
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
We told you when you were hired that you would have to work on Saturday
I write you, when I can't have you near me.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
So bashful when I spied her
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
No one has ever died because they DIDN'T have a toothpick
When they say "Gotta have it!" they mean it!
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
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
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
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.
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
I met her today, the girl I used to be
It’s herself she didn’t love
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
when still her eyes held water
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
serene. She sips her tea
Laugh when you have been listening well
They didn't have the heart
How to tell when you have really messed up your relationship
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
Who needs another person when you have yourself?
Stoned music memories
Who needs genetic cloning when we have The Gap?
When you move here we will have plenty of time to have fun together
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
i did that on purpose. i didn't have to miss.
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
Times when you MUST have a smoke
For White Girls Who Have Considered Afro Hair Products/When the Conditioner is Enuf
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
The people we have met in the last 5 years, & will we remember them in 10 more
when all the white horses have broken free
when I am King, we will have no such things, but, my lads, if the old king my father were dead, we would be all kings.
What you should REALLY do when you have too many votes on your hands.
I can only pray that, when I finally leave, I will have done little enough damage to be totally forgotten
I'll pretend I just cursed myself by saying this, so when it doesn't happen I have something to fall back on other than you
How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?
Every morning when I wake up, I feel guilty for all the things I have ever been
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
I have what I believe to be a photo of Olympia Dukakis in her underwear in 1977
and when all the stars have fallen one last time and the skies are crumbling into my hands and the sirens are bleeding out on the beaches and the earth fades; you will remain
The ancient Egyptians have nothing on us when it comes to cursed tombs
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She thought about giving him her heart
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
It's hard to find a cure for a brain disease when you have a brain disease
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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.
I don't like her because she won't like me
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When I have female children

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