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Believe me when I say: 'Out of all those around, she__ the best locksmith in town.' Her stethoscope ears know when the dials of your heart click into place.She__ been cutting keys for years.You don__ stand a chance with that flimsy case.Alas, no matter how you lock your heart_ bolt, fixture, and key_ she__ got nimble fingersthat pick locks for free.Padlocks and deadboltsare all in vain.Why do you even botherwith that chain?She__ way too smart. Along with ours, she__l have your heart. And you will see that the best locksmith in town is she.

I envy people who know how to talk to her, my heart begins to pound whenever I see her and she forces me to forget all what I have had rehearsed in my mind. For me, not being able to tame my heart is the one failure I cherish the most.

She asked God to use this experience to help my heart break forever for those who don't know Christ.

Sleep not under a willow tree for she weeps many tears.

You see herand ascend into love. You become enchanted, a found madman. In your love,you lose yourself and become her. You were once without her, now with her. You still feel her and descend into love. You become enraptured, a lost madman. In your love,you lost yourself and her. You were once with her, nowwithout her.

He built a fort around, making it impossible for anyone to go near him. And he sat near the window watching her dance in the rain, with someone else.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath for one last time and let his hand go. She saw his boat drifting away they both looked at each other and waved one last time before she could not see him anymore.

She sat there alone after getting drenched enough by rain. In the silence of the midnight, Each drop that fell made a sound that was loud enough to wake all the memories inside her one after the other, before she could know what was happening she was lost somewhere in the past where the pictures in mind pushed her into a state of chaotic happiness and a blissful pain.

And her heart burst like the stars do in the end, and She fell on her knees. But the whole world looked her in awe. She lit the whole universe with her fire for a moment. In the end, she was as beautiful as the stardust falling from the sky and her heart didn't ache anymore.

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

She looked into the mirror, wiping the mascara that was running down her cheeks with her tears and she saw him standing behind her. With that smile he always had. She touched his reflection and turned around to hug him just to see no one there. She turned back around and looked at the mirror, there he was still standing with that smile. She fell on her knees and said in a feeble voice "come back".

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

I knew a girl and she felt like art.Sometimes colorful, sometimes dull,Sometimes with bright, hopeful eyes,Sometimes only black and white,But she was always a piece of exquisite art.

She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.

His soul was swimming in the maelstrom to keep her swim in the peaceful end!" ~ AB

Some of us cover to protect our bodiessome of us cover to protect our soulsin both cases,respect their choices.

She was the most beautiful, terrible thing he'd ever seen, like an acetylene flame, an incandescent filament, a fallen star right in front of him.

Even a blind man could see she is beautiful.