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while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I don't like her because she won't like 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.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She asked me to read her a poem
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Last night I could not sleep because of the noise in my head
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
She always confused her greys with white.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
she had already found her party
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Sleep to Dream Her
my baby sleeps on her head
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
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
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She thought about giving him her heart
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she gave her heart to a falling star
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
The child, she cannot sleep
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
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Sometimes I'd rather sleep in the backyard
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Because, perhaps she was cold
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
serene. She sips her tea
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She always was devious in her beauty
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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
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.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep 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
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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.
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
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She practices her speech
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She knows no truth except her own.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She Sleeps
Something she sees in men, sometimes
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I told her I couldn't sleep
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Because she is unchanging, you are crazy
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
sometimes i fight demons in my sleep 3
sometimes i fight demons in my sleep 2
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
sometimes i fight demons in my sleep
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
So happy she drools
Don't Sit Next to Me Just Because I'm Asian
Because I dig you
Because I say so
Just because you both have the same problem does not mean you are one another's solution
I care because you do
Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime
I lost a chance at $40,000 because my mommy wouldn't let me sell my stock
Just because Linux is Free doesn't mean Linux Software has to be Free
Because that would make sense
Don't assume that just because I'm gay, all I want is sex
If my mom doesn't let me play the violin because it's gay then ...
We smoke cloves because we can
I Like Bananas Because They've Got No Bones
I'm a cynical bastard because I care so much, dammit
Aliens look like aliens because they're human
because it wasn't just the air
No one asks me if I'm a Satanist or anything because I take the precaution of wearing a predominantly flannel and hawaiian shirt-oriented wardrobe
The Revolution was Postponed Because of Rain
because I love skating bears
I Had No Time to Hate, Because
Because the suburbs lacked the proper elevation
Because I love you
Just because I like ballet it doesn't mean I'm a poof
The time a thug punched my friend in the face because he could
I married him because he was not mean
They hate us because we're wonderful
Because we are all real people, and none of us is innocent
I do it because it hurts, and then even that is over
Because I couldn't
Because he feared the turn of seasons
It’s not because of your unconventional ideas about sex. It’s because you’re fat.
Because the gods that made them are gods no more
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
I don't shiver because I'm cold. I shiver because you are.
Because, not in spite of
Let's hear that string part again, because I don't think they heard it
Up, because the sky has room for us and more than we can ever make
I refuse to panic just because she's happy.
Because I lived in Paradise
You cherish this box because it once held your dreams
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
just because you've forgotten doesn't mean that you're forgiven
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
I ran from Iran because I slam Islam
I say yes, because I believe in sailboats
or because we are all Supermen living in the city of the future
We love foxes because we killed the wolves
We do what we do because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
When the seagulls follow the trawler, it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.
If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
Ignoring a leak because it's on the other side of the boat
Because I do not want to forget
because I have given up any care
I start reading from the end, because beginnings are the most exciting part
Important mainly because of the people in the conversation.
Two Things I am Compelled to Support because of One Thing I Strongly Believe In

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