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She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I don't want to see her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I just wanted to see it again. Only bigger.
She Will Have Her Way
serene. She sips her tea
Be the monstrous wave of despair and destruction you want to see in the world
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She only wants me for tech support
Why I didn't want to find his love letters in my copy of East of Eden
All That She Wants
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I didn't want to know where I was conceived
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I didn't want him
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Live Era '87-'93
What I used to be/Will pass away, and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me
She Wants Revenge
She wanted to go to Paris
On a clear day you can see more than you want to
I'm trying to see little old ladies as versions of my mom; it helps me be a better person
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.
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She flies with her own wings
I see drops of her everywhere
The Old Man I didn't see die
Mom takes off her cape
He didn't want to be Gary anymore
she had already found her party
She didn't believe in transcendence
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
Be the change you want to see in the world
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She always confused her greys with white.
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
she wants to believe
She only wants me for sex
What she didn't say
I didn't read it but I want to get into the author's pants
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
If you could see her through my eyes
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Why you don't want to piss her off
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I don't like her because she won't like me
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
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.
I thought that I wanted this. I didn't realize it would be so hollow
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
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
she lit her thumb on fire
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I didn't want to know that
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
the nodeshell that didn't want to be rescued
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The cat that didn't want to be rescued
She thought about giving him her heart
When Did You See Her Last?
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
What do you want to see happen?
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
She keeps her lies everywhere
I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.
She is silver, mechanical. She sees in infrared.
Am I demanding because I want to see you play Dance Dance Revolution and laugh at you?
I see a remix and I want it painted black... (e2poll)
This is the part i wanted to see; about the mental institution
Something she sees in men, sometimes
I Just Want To See The Boy Happy
I want to see the world
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Wanted to Leave
I never wanted to see you get hurt. Even though it's kind of funny.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Things I don't want to see on my Facebook Wall
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
she wants to kill and break hearts
She wanted the pies to stop.
It’s herself she didn’t love
All She Wanted
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
all she ever wanted
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
I do not want to see the corpses that are surely on the bottom of the lake
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
My mother wants her mother to die
See her talk
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Want (the state of not having her)
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
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
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the way she wears her weary
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
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
If You See Her, Say Hello
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
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
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I can see her face
She practices her speech
She knows no truth except her own.
I do not see her
If you see her around.
She asked me to read her a poem
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
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
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth

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