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She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
World In Her Eyes
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she lit her thumb on fire
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Speculative bangs covered her eyes
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
her eyes were brimming with souls
she had already found her party
serene. She sips her tea
Her Violet Eyes
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
he has her eyes
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She Will Have Her 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.
her eyes can't find you at first
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
A World Lit Only By Fire
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
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
If you could see her through my eyes
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I have blinked. And the world has blinked. And we open our eyes to find each other alone.
She always was devious in her beauty
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
the way she wears her weary
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
The look in her eyes
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
She asked me to read her a poem
I see these eyes that lit my life. Now they're cold and dark and gone.
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
when still her eyes held water
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
Prophecy in Eye of the World
These are your eyes. The stones through which you view the world. Its lens changing as it turns.
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
The distractibility of her eyes (sapphire)
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Is this the world of her heart?
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
The Eye of the World
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The world is her sketchbook
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She keeps her lies everywhere
She always confused her greys with white.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
she gave her heart to a falling star
The World She Made
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
The one the queen keeps her eye on
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
confusion in her eyes that says it all
she had mood ring eyes
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
An eye in the dark opens, and the world opens with it.
A chained man need only shut his eyes to make the world explode.
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
Her eyes are gold
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you'd drop dead in 10 seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream.
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The World I Made for Her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
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.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
her eyes
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
does she need to touch her own face to know?
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Eyes Of The World
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
slant eyes
your eyes
Eye of the Tiger
Go for the eyes, Boo!
In Your Eyes
Blue Eyed Devil
Ol' Yellow Eyes is Back
Eyes of Ibad
Eye Opener
Big Eyes, Small Mouth
i want to help. i want to be a part of something that will change the world.
eye (user)
eyed (user)
Vampyre Blue Eyes
Stars In Their Eyes
feel my eyes
fork in the eye
my eye is the gravitational center for all species of insects
Eyes on the Prize
fading lost soul marked by this, an ever bleeding eye, a single tear
eye language
I love your eyes

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