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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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
Tell him, she told me
I don't like her because she won't like me
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She asked me to read her a poem
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show 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.
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.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She told me she wouldn't
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I never told you she stole my heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She told me to say that
She was never mine. I always shared her.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She told me she remembers three things about me
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She always confused her greys with white.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She doesn't need me anymore
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She kills me
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
the way she wears her weary
She said she loved me
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
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 is still undoing me.
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She tells me she drives a truck.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
does she need to touch her own face to know?
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
she had already found her party
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
she does not know how much I need this
She loves me, she loves me not
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
she lit her thumb on fire
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She cleaned up for me at least.
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
She Blinded Me With Science
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
How she saw the moon
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
My brother never told me not to smoke. He showed me.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
How can I comfort you when it breaks me too?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She always was devious in her beauty
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Loves Me
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
That one makes me scream, she said
She only wants me for tech support
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
She is not beautiful
she, he, and me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
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 said she loved me. The knife came down.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
she seems bored with me after all this time
She looks at me and she laughs
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
How clear she shines
She keeps her lies everywhere
she gave her heart to a falling star
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
You'll never know how much you've changed me
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She thought about giving him her heart
Oh Ricky, how come you never kissed me?
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
When you want me and how you want me
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She flies with her own wings
She says kill. I say how many.
man when you are telling me how it was
How's she goin', by
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
She misses me
How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)?
She was too beautiful to be human
She just looks at me
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
If you told me this never happened
She Fucks Me
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She Will Have Her Way
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She loved me for my maths
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She only wants me for sex
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she couldn’t go and be beautiful

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