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For Abigail .
The most beautiful lady refused my love. I saw her looking at me provocatively. My heart leapt when I beheld such beauty. She showed signs of affection for me. And I anxiously want to speak to her.
I need a beautiful lady to love me. Show me a damsel with an ardent love. A smart and intelligent lady will do. If she can put up with my idiosyncrasies, She’s the one I want to date.
Honey, your pretty eyes give me a thrill. You’re a captivating lady and I adore you. Why do I follow the river to the coast? I go there for you and your pretty eyes. Every day I pray and wait for your love.
Inspired by the following: The Book Thief - personification. The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. Thor:Ragnarok - Hela, the goddess of death.
To the lady with the cigarette...Whose reflection do you see when you stare into the mirror?Is it the same woman I see?And if it is...Why do you choose to taint that beauty with purchases that only gurantee your death?And though your beauty is lik
Who is that? The one who I see at the edge of my eye. One who shines from the crowd. Something is different about this person. This someone is an enigma. Strange that I know this person,
Lady in black Pretty and fair Don't dare look back There's pain and suffering there Lady in black Silent and scared The cards are stacked And shame haunts the air
I once knew a lady who moved to MilwaukeeAnd what do you think she wrote me?"I once knew a man, and he once knew me,Until I moved out to Milwaukee."
As a woman I can act like a lady I can dress like a lady I can expand my vocabulary so that I sound like a lady I can walk with the right amount of sway Like a lady With just enough tease
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck. as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck. As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears, For so the land hath slumbered here, For the once warm air now dull and queer, Stop! Something rustles in the dark, Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
With want I watch the hunter and his dear. His delight; unfaltering, does not cease. A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece- Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.
Life grows from her ribs Feminine Beauty and Strength She is Cool The very Air you breathe She is Fierce The very Sun you absorb She is Sturdy The very Earth you rest your feet on
That is not how a lady sits For she crosses her legs and you hang there with yours wide open That is not how a lady laughs For she giggles and blushes while you snort and smirk That is not how a lady stands
She slicked the red across her lips,
Looking from afar.
Looking from afar.
My Love…. This is our season You are my only reason For celebrating this period So many do celebrate devoid Of the knowledge of love Some celebrate just like the dove
She sings. The strings, play like a charm. Tuned so warm, to touch my heart. This is the start. My lady, My ukulele.
As I look at these seven stories, it’s difficult not to cry. These poor animals are beaten, abused, and left to die. Students in Vegas cut of the head of a bird, exotic and rare.
I am more than what’s between my legs. But you’ll never see that because you seem to live there. Just like every other boy that has walked in and out my life. Notice I said “boy"
Be my lovely lady valentine, My sweet summer Clementine Face brighter than the morning Sun.
I don’t go to church anymore, there’s no sleep for the restless. I spend my days with a crooked wishbone, the meat still sticking to it, and our shed smells like the gasoline that burned out of me years ago.
(laughs) that's what i was thinking just the girl? i was barely coherent she was following my every step and yet i found that very staircase that set her free to her death but i passed it
My little lady, Is going to work today. Dressed in her Sunday's Best, As she trots down Avenue A. She'll sit at a bench, For a near twelve hour day, Yet still will only make, Nearly half of my pay.
Verse 1: Sometimes I wanna runaway, But I can't find the words to tell you I'm not gonna stay, So I'm just gonna say "You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake"