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She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
At night, her eyes closed, she would
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
I was wrong about the color changing; your eyes are brown
When she was bad
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so quiet that nobody heard 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.
there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
when still her eyes held water
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
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 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
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Maybe someday I'll be an M&M the color of your eyes
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Don't be afraid, you've just got your eyes closed
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
When I close my eyes, I see New York
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Just being quiet and close
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Things you can tell just by looking at her
She Will Have Her Way
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
her eyes can't find you at first
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
When your eyes fade will your smile follow?
he has her eyes
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Some kiss with their eyes closed
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
close your eyes
The one the queen keeps her eye on
she had mood ring eyes
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
Her name was Natalie
I think I've forgiven her
I think I misunderstood, a mirror caught my eye
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her eyes are gold
Just kiss her
Walking with closed eyes
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Sometimes I like to write with my eyes closed
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
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
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
her eyes were brimming with souls
The look in her eyes
when the forest burns along the road like god's eyes in my headlights
World In Her Eyes
Close your eyes, hold your breath and jump
just like the smooth kindness of your eyes
Speculative bangs covered her eyes
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She thought about giving him her heart
I don't think of her
The distractibility of her eyes (sapphire)
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I'm not religious, but I think I have a close relationship with God
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
The portion of her face she allows me to see
the way she wears her weary
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
she had already found her party
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 man who sees through closed eyes
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Eye contact at a distance
her eyes
If you could see her through my eyes
My eyes change color when I kiss someone
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
When Irish eyes are smiling
Almost, if I close my eyes
Her Violet Eyes
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
When the eye of day is shut
I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl or not.
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
What to do when your student union is closed indefinitely
I can't think of anyone who could appreciate more than me your eyes and your voice
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
confusion in her eyes that says it all
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
you can close your eyes but not your ears
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
And yet, when the warm breeze of spring greets my face and the sunlight does not make me shield my eyes, I know I am not alone.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
just keep your eyes open
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I was sure it was her
I'm just saying, keep an eye on anyone named "Angrus McMurderstab"
She flies with her own wings
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
His Eyes Are Closed
So bashful when I spied her
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
The door was closed
i feel alive when i'm close to the madness
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her eyelids close gently, reassuringly.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
serene. She sips her tea
the ghostly tools that dance behind my closed eyes, you will grasp like hammers
Just ring her, for Christ's sake
you are a comet when you streak close by the radios get weak
she left her handwriting all over the calendar

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