She thirsts,quenches herself with you.
She thirsts,quenches herself with you.
i did tell u i was a math girl ...english man it gave me a headache.
fame unaquired sun sets I'm cold
Poker, Golf, Horses, Life is Good
doesn't cry when her father dies.
she's done crying, none left anyway
Loneliness makes her a desperate housewife.
she asks, "you're the special one?"
“No one’s coming. Does it hurt?”
Stars correlate. He envies their luck.
He watches her walk away forever.
Sometimes she misses parts of him.
Their tongues clash. Same with personalities.
"She loved me first, you know."
It happens. Life isn't the same.
Just this once, she let him.
Someday, this might all be enough.
In some ways, this doesn't count.
Sometimes she still resents him. Rarely.
He wants to stop before marriage.
Being perfect doesn't matter much anymore.
They still end-up going to hell.
she cries at old love songs.
and he finds this somehow significant.
Happy endings are for story books.
"I'm sorry Leah." Doesn't change anything.
She doesn't want kids, he did
By losing, he's making amends too.
“Please,” she says, her hair upswept.
After she's even more like prey.
I'd follow you anywhere, he promises.
"You're worth it. You're worth more."
She's shattered into pieces. He's sorry.
This puzzle remains unresolved and problematic.
She feels happy. Different than before.
Forced ignorance won't postpone judgement day.
You lose battles to win wars.
Happiness laces tighter than wedding dresses.
It's better sex when you're angry.
She runs. She can't bear it.
She runs faster. Anything to escape.
She always runs. This she knows.
This time, it's because of him.
And she's never coming back. Ever.
She's always liked breaking the rules.
The seven deadly sins destroy them.
The virtues always escape them, somehow.
Forever sometimes lasts far too long.
"You were always just a dare."
She could never settle for normality.
Fiction's too much temptation to resist.
He loved her, too, you know.
Forever is a long time to be wrong.
The poison scars deeper than venom.
Didn't feel like fighting them anymore.
As teenagers, we were horrible jerks.
Broadway Flop, Made Tons Of Money
Money Is Nothing: If Your Rich.
I'm still me, even with cancer.
Lost my shoes with my conscience.
Life Lesson #567: Crying doesn't help
Wikipedia didn’t know either. Oh well.
I always imagine clowns without makeup.
The minor details; matter the most.
Fell down then I fell apart.
I colored all my walls carefully.
I DO focus. Hey, look, butterflies!
I play too much strip poker..
playing poker with their hearts. Winning.
Discovered today: I have poker talent.
Addicted to poker on the iPod.
I've got THE best poker face.
Never good at poker or choosing.
i have never been great at english but here goes
iam alive , like life its self
My day; sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks.
Humor at gambling I watch people
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