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When she was bad
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was locked in time
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She Loves You
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She loves me, she loves me not
man when you are telling me how it was
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
she falls
People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She Loves Me
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
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.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
A city becomes a world when someone falls in love with one of its inhabitants
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was free
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Oh, when I was in love with you
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She knew what she was doing
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
It’s herself she didn’t love
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
It must be morning when she dreams.
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
Whereas a Naked White Man, when I met one, always appear'd a new Object unto me
When she is talking to him
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What the hell was she thinking?
Who am I to critique that which she is?
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 dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I would have liked thunder when she left
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She always was devious in her beauty
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
His face when she fell
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
When a Man Loves a Woman
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She said she loved me
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She is and was
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
And When She Sings
When she died
She loved me for my maths
Venus, when she is the evening star
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She was too beautiful to be human
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
She Was 18, It Was Summer
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She Bit Him In Two
For someone who writes about love as much as I, writing about it when it's real sure is hard.
Why is rape wrong only when a man commits it?
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
chapters marked by love notes from another man's wife
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
This Dust Was Once the Man
There was a man with tongue of wood
Man was created in God's image
We needs must love the highest when we see it, not Lancelot, nor another.
Would you love me if I was a worm
Jesus was a black man
I thought ALL women looked for a wedding ring when they talked to ANY man
Nine tailors make a man
Of Gods and Men: Who Was This Man Called the Christ?
So, which one of you is the man?
The Man Who Was (user)
God was created in man's image
It's hard to tell when all your love's in vain. All my love's in vain.
When you're loving me, I love you most
a man to dance with and love you to sleep
i don't love e2. i love when it touches the ideal.
Love is stored in the memories of what once was
we are fed violence and love is censored, and people are shocked when violence is all we know
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
There was once a Man
The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
When I am an old man
I want to be a dirty old man when I grow up
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
I was a free man once, in Saigon
That man was a sock puppet on the hand of God.
Why women suddenly come out of the woodwork when a man gets married
There Was a Man of Double Deed
Adam really was the first man
I met a man twice my age
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.

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