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I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
When did you realise you really weren't going to realize some of your dreams?
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
She always was devious in her beauty
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
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
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
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
When Did You See Her Last?
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
When she was bad
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 she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
She knows no truth except her own.
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
When scientists make mistakes they see what they did wrong and then try again.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
All he left her was alone
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Video didn't kill the radio star, I did
she lit her thumb on fire
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
I can't remember when it happened (only that it did)
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
I don't like her because she won't like me
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
A little Clint Black never killed anybody, but it did evacuate the building.
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
radios work better when closer to her skin
She practices her speech
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
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"
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
when did we forget how to play?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
What did you love when you were a kid?
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
the way she wears her weary
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
Kill Her Softly
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
when still her eyes held water
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Did You Fuck Her?
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
When did everyone get so attractive?
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She keeps her lies everywhere
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Was that real, or did I dream it?
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
When You Were Little Did You Wonder
We did not know it was a war
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her name was Natalie
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
I was sure it was her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
When did you choose to be left-handed?
She flies with her own wings
Since when did being spiritual matter? Since when did thread count matter?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
She thought about giving him her heart
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Everything Hitler did was legal
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Why you don't want to piss her off
serene. She sips her tea
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
she had already found her party
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
Since when did you respect anything?
Everything Stalin did was legal
She Will Have Her Way
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
So bashful when I spied her
All you ever did was let it happen
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
He never killed a man that did not need killing.
When did my fiance turn into my security blanket?!
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded

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