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i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she gave her heart to a falling star
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
The thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is
the african violet you gave me
they only gave me trouble anyways
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
My grandmother gave me
notes I never gave her
He gave her a daisy
Advice my father gave me before I left for college
Jenny gave me a leaf of autumn
You gave me wings when you showed me the birds
On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me
My purity was little stickers I willingly gave away in exchange for hearts
You gave me your hand, I gave you my fist
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
Jar of jam you gave me
They gave you a heart, they gave you a name
Monkey Gave Me a High Five
The day he gave me a lift
The last dog I ever gave my entire heart to break
"This sandwich is great, but it could be better if it had tomatoes and also gave me super powers."
You Gave Your Love To Me Softly
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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 read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She thought about giving him her heart
I don't like her because she won't like me
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
Gave
Why I gave up on anarchy
gave up
Richard of York gave battle in vain
On three separate occasions, I gave up my life so others could live
Mom, I Gave the Cat Some Acid
Weird foods your parents gave you when you were sick
The day I gave to charity
What if all the web designers just gave up and went home?
I Gave Away My Underpants
George W. Bush gave the Taliban $43 million in May 2001 because they banned all drugs
A horse gave birth to a donkey
God gave a loaf to every bird
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, we gave your present to a refugee
It was the tree that gave him away.
There never was a body that gave the undertaker a tip
The béarnaise gave us away
Erected upon weakened ground, finally gave way
gave u aids (user)
I gave the olive branch to the Dove.
The Day They Gave Babies Away
I who put thorns on the briars and gave insects their sting
Gave up poetry and went down 't mine.
A pot that gave birth
The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits
I gave it away
Don't tell me about her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Love me till your heart stops. Love me till I'm dead.
I dug my claws in her heart
And her heart stopped beating.
She collected broken hearts
To her secret heart
licking at her broken heart
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
her arms around me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
You taught me to drive at night in the rain, for this I will hold you in my heart forever
My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Bathe her and bring her to me
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
she had already found her party
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
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.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
she lit her thumb on fire
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Is this the world of her heart?
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
You can get to my heart by making me cry
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
You stuck your pen in my heart
she wants to kill and break hearts
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
Her hand on my heart
Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
Always standing on the edge, you forced me in heart first
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
You have the right to be angry at me for breaking my heart.
One last time, to dance me out of your heart
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
I never told you she stole my heart
crystal eats her grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup hearts
tell me what you have in your heart
You will know me by those colors, deep and bold, of the heart you never knew.
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
(she's a monster) she ate my heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
it'd break my heart but if i knew you got away it'd give me peace of mind till the day i die
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
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 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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She flies with her own wings
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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.
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She always was devious in her beauty
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
she broke my heart
She Will Have Her Way
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the way she wears her weary
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.

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