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Sometimes, when no one is looking, I am beautiful
How to scream when no one is looking
The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
Sometimes, when I am looking, no one is beautiful
She knows no truth except her own.
Together we kept bobbing up and down and no one came to save us.
Let no one grieve here
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
That icky feeling when a client calls with a downed server and you have no clue how to fix it
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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?
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Let Her Go Down
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
One no longer loves one's insight when one communicates it
Let's tear down build up smashing a new world
She Will Have Her Way
to let her know
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
when still her eyes held water
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Walking down a very desolate road with only one person on your mind
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Wild tides guard her secrets
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she lit her thumb on fire
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Thumbing down a ride when you could take the bus
I can make you howl. And vice versa. Let's get down to business.
One long June I came down from the trees
Big Brown Lets Bubbles Down
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Trompe
Looking down through the leaves
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She always was devious in her beauty
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
SA-8 Gecko (and getting shot down by one)
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
If it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
she had already found her party
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me to read her a poem
So I let her go
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Let It Come Down
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
When the walls go down
Like When a Pill Goes Down Wrong
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
At night, when we walked by the wall, the world seemed to fall down before us - the whole, far-off, dirty world.
When fog comes down the mountain
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
My fragmentation lets the rot run deep, old sectors of the system are quietly shutting down, unattended, unseen, unwanted
Loving someone, knowing down to the day when you will leave them.
She thought about giving him her heart
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
So bashful when I spied her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't like her because she won't like me
What to do when your car breaks down
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
down on one knee
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 asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
Down in one
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
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.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Looking Up & Down
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
radios work better when closer to her skin
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
down in the quarry there is no noise
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
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
When Bobby Comes Down
When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom
putting down her palette and brushes
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
Works on contingency? No, money down!
Thirteen Years And One Decade Down! A Melbourne Nodermeet To Celebrate The End Of High School And The Decaversary Of Everything2 (Bring A Hat)
Please remember to let me down gently.
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
Let Me Take You Down To Memphis
Let it out, break it down
Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
do not let the sun go down on your anger
I am giving you every opportunity to let me down
why I do have to get so deep with people all the time just to gently let them down 2 weeks later
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
The Lark and Her Young Ones
one thing just tears him down
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She flies with her own wings
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
I felt a need for some excitement tonight, so I drove up and down random streets yelling "I am one with the flying cows!" at regular intervals
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
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.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Never Let Me Down Again
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
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
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
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
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
the way she wears her weary
Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out
The one the queen keeps her eye on
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
Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm

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