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Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Boy meets me, boy becomes infatuated with me, boy realizes I take up space, boy runs like hell
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
She only wants me for sex
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Take Her up to Monto
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Wake me up if you still want me
She only wants me for tech support
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She approached me with some vague line
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
I don't like her because she won't like me
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
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 gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She asked me to read her a poem
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 cleaned up for me at least.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Bakerloo Line
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
Build Me Up Buttercup
Calling audibles (Mixing it up on the line) (e2poll)
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
if you want to get rid of her, you have to stop feeding her
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Tell me how you want to die, and I'll tell you who you are
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I've crossed lines of words and wire, and both have cut me deep
Electrocuted crows hung the wrong way up on the power lines, smoking feathers falling like leaves.
A great big ugly man came up and tied his horse to me
let me grow up
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Take Her in Your Arms
she lit her thumb on fire
Seven opening lines if he would ever look me in the eye
take me away
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Why the knobs on your cabinet doors don't line up properly
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
Hit me up
Places a local (like me) would take you to in New Orleans
Hello, I take Zoloft. I am so gloriously mentally ill! You will love me, yes?
I Want You to Want Me
Take a day, plant some trees, may they shade you from me
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
He just wanted to give me something he forgot to give me a long time ago
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She always was devious in her beauty
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Devil up her sleeve
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
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
I don't want to see her
Mom takes off her cape
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
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She thought about giving him her heart
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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 ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
pick up line
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
The Pick Up Line
Line Up
Beam Me Up, Scotty
We all gonna end up meeting at the finishing line
I want someone to read between my lines
drop me a line (user)
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Take Me Down
I wanted you to want me
Take me drunk, I'm home
Bathe her and bring her to me
the little moose that tears me up inside
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She misses me
You dropped that name, let me help you pick it up
I want your hands on me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Women want me when I'm taken
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she gave her heart to a falling star
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Her smile could light up a three-story building
Want (the state of not having her)
Why you don't want to piss her off
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was never mine. I always shared her.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
wake up and find her still there
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She flies with her own wings
she had already found her party
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
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
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
Don't tell me about her
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
My mother wants her mother to die
She always confused her greys with white.
She keeps her lies everywhere
Dig up her bones
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I asked her not to forget me
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
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.

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