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I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
She was never mine. I always shared her.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
She Will Have Her Way
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
But can you imagine what that would do to all those juggaloes?
If You See Her, Say Hello
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Would I have hid myself away if I had known I'd never be found?
Unraveling things you would never be able to say with words.
she lit her thumb on fire
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I never thought I would node this
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
If I were Twenty-One I would determine, even if I could never be anything else in the world, that I would be a thoroughbred
I never thought it would be like this
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She keeps her lies everywhere
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
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 left her handwriting all over the calendar
Many of me, laid end to end, would never reach the moon
This moment will never come again. Would you rather enjoy it or complain about it?
Who Would True Valour See
in my own ocean the tide would never rise
I can see her face
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
I never saw her again
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I do not see her
serene. She sips her tea
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
If you see her around.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
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 don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
It would be a less interesting world if we all walked and skipped alike, and never fell from bicycles.
I never told you she stole my heart
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
Never Again Would Birds' Song Be the Same
so concerned with doing things the right way, we never learned how to understand
I never wanted to see you get hurt. Even though it's kind of funny.
I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
Just to see what it would be like
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Would you like to see me masticate?
i kept dreaming of a world i thought i'd never see, and then one day i got in
It is never too late to be what you would have been
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She always was devious in her beauty
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
November on her way to winter
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
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 don't want to see her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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 thought about giving him her heart
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
Why you never see baby pigeons
She took a California tilt and never came back.
Never let them see you bleed
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
I think that I shall never see
If you existed I would never get out of bed
I have never held such sins against them the way that I hold them against you
If a system is given nothing but a steady supply of unconditional self-affirmation, it will never see an impetus to cure its ills
mermaids never miss their legs in the sea because mermaids know that there are better ways to move through the ocean than kicking.
you never thought this would happen to you, but it did
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She had never kissed someone so old.
We never smile in a way that is not obsequious
Imagine how the world would be if only wrecking balls could destroy flowers
If we ran this back an infinite number of times across infinite existences our souls would still never connect, so don't regret.
a ship's construct would never understand
I never called her momma
You can’t see it like that. It’s never been anyone’s responsibility to do what’s impossible. It’s not yours.
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
I would beg to see your arms raised in calcification towards the expanding horizon
The Museum of Whales You Will Never See
I don't like her because she won't like me
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I see it on the TV and I laugh out loud, but it's the way I feel right now.
it's there for all to see, and yet some people never see it
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today.
Never imagine you have any idea what you're attracted to
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her way to the top
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
If you could see her through my eyes
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She flies with her own wings
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I see drops of her everywhere
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
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
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
See her talk
Only her hands would give her away
notes I never gave her
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She asked me to read her a poem
She knows no truth except her own.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
When Did You See Her Last?
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
the ocean never ceasing in her secret whispers to the land
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
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Scientology is a wonderful religion that I would never want to sue me
Things I Thought I Would Never Hear Myself Say
Would you mind never speaking to me again?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Without tears, the soul would never know a rainbow
I always knew I would have a 21st birthday but I never thought I'd be 21
Each month I love in her own way
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.
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane

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