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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
You will know me by those colors, deep and bold, of the heart you never knew.
Make of that what you will. I know I have.
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
How to know if you will ever experience time travel
She Will Have Her Way
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I Will Make You Know
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
she does not know how much I need this
She thought about giving him her heart
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I know it will get complicated and I know I may make it worse
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
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
if being gay isn't illegal, how will we know who's cool anymore?
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
If you don't know how to make a mu, you have no business measuring quantities that small.
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
How will you know you didn't get it all wrong?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
I dug my claws in her heart
Is this the world of her heart?
the way she wears her weary
In your heart you know it's flat
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
How Stella Got Her Groove Back
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
At night, her eyes closed, she would
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
she had already found her party
That's my heart lying in the gutter there; a heart like a shattered banana.
(she's a monster) she ate my heart
they look up at the same night sky, they fill their heart with the same dreams, and they are infused with the breath of life by the same almighty creator
she wants to kill and break hearts
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
And her knee touched mine
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
A hollow longing in her that will last
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
Her hand on my heart
You taught me to drive at night in the rain, for this I will hold you in my heart forever
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
learn how to keep your heart open in hell
That's why you're a good parent. You know all the cliches by heart.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
the only thing more popular than pouring out the contents of your veins is doing the same with your heart
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
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.
Open up my heart and I will show it
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I love you but you are not here, oh how my poor heart aches with angst
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she lit her thumb on fire
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
She practices her speech
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
Make a home-weary traveller's heart smile
In Your Heart You Know He's Right
How long have you been in love with her?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She collected broken hearts
Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
One must trust in the law, and keep within the heart the knowledge that the law of this world is the same right and just law that governed us when we were merely stars.
crystal eats her grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup hearts
I will stitch your heart together with filthy twine and sex
How to tell if you're having a heart attack
licking at her broken heart
The part I know by heart
How long can any one heart be so confused?
I never told you she stole my heart
You know what's even worse than having a broken heart and an empty head? Having a broken head and an empty heart.
will my heart be there, where I left it so long ago?
you don't know my heart
the water will eat my heart
her lips on mine
Comics Will Break Your Heart
How We Hold Our Hearts
I don't like her because she won't like me
to let her know
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Too bad they don't make one for your heart...
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She flies with her own wings
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Helping people cheat
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
What makes her so cute?
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
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?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she broke my heart
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
Her face could make the ocean ache
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I will kiss her blemish
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking

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