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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.
Turn not towards me
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She asked me to read her a poem
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You're so beautiful you wake me in my sleep
Tell him, she told me
She doesn't need me anymore
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Don't tell me about her
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Sleep to Dream Her
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Everything Quest: You kids stop your fighting or I will turn this car around so help me God
sleep doesn't take me far enough.
Turn me on, Dead Man
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she had already found her party
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
the way she wears her weary
serene. She sips her tea
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
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
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She practices her speech
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She only wants me for sex
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
The wires hum me to sleep
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She loved me for my maths
She just looks at me
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
she, he, and me
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She looks at me and she laughs
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
she seems bored with me after all this time
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Sleep escapes me still
her arms around me
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She knows no truth except her own.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
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 always confused her greys with white.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She thought about giving him her heart
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She misses me
She Fucks Me
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She only wants me for tech support
I want a slow low hum to rock me to sleep: Tell me your dream
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She kills me
She loves me, she loves me not
Two condoms, she makes me wear
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
She said she loved me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
I know it's boring to go on about it, it bores me to sleep, but what the hell, why doesn't it fade
Bathe her and bring her to me
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She cleaned up for me at least.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She Blinded Me With Science
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She is still undoing me.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I sleep with the pigeons, beneath the kingdom that deceived me
Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She flies with her own wings
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to 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
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
my baby sleeps on her head
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I told her I couldn't sleep
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.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
I asked her not to forget me
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She keeps her lies everywhere
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She Loves Me
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened.
She approached me with some vague line
She told me to say that
That one makes me scream, she said
My computer won't let me turn it off!
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 pulled the "I love you" on me
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane

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