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Darling, I want to say I-love-you, although it sounds like a cliché. Are there any other words to say when you love someone? Is there a better way to express the deep feelings of my heart? .
"We are all afraid", what a cliche. I'm not scared, the world molds me, I'm its clay.
I want to forget the way your words became teeth, Sharp, gnashing, unforgiving. You talk ‘pretty’ now. Your canines ground down and polished,
Dear Brother, I write to you in a letter of clichés, Mostly because I'm not really sure what to do anymore. Burnt thoughts, burried sins I never knew how to talk to you.
Dear,  Generic love,   generic poetry.  
They say home is where the heart is So I built us a house of cliches Cut out the electricity, Because they say love is blind
Cowboys love their trucks and girls with long blond hair In Daisy Dukes and boots At the local county fair.   Cowboys love their trucks
I don’t love him anymore. The residency that he used to hold in my heart has been vacated. A year ago I was terrified when you left that I was over, I was done, that at sixteen I had loved the truest and purest love I would feel.
#spoileralert #truestory #swole #getfit #parkour #yolo #sorrynotsorry
Black marker ink dries While moist dark brown skin shimmers Sweating the unjust
Love is all we need So cliché but Since when have we been Too good for cliché After all, Clichés are cliché for a reason   Love is all we need It lets us live out clichés
always attached. always broken. always searching. 
Everyone on earth has heard it before It's a new car alarm Or a knock at your door A story so old they found it carved in stone With all of the scrolls And neanderthal bones.
   The girl that can’t love because of you Once so young and naive I allowed you to blind me of my perspective of love,  A love so beautiful, A love worth value that spoke volumes.
If I stay....
My heart is breaking
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche i don't like it but it seems to work. this is straight forward. i miss my metaphors tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Look all around you and tell me what do you see? Are people fighting for originality? Or hungry to be like you and me? This world lacks individuality, imagination and innovation.
I exist within a beat A moment of synchronized sound.  An instance, determined by an ongoing tempo.
We used to be best friends Only for awhile Till falling                  red                       leaves  And falling                      red 
Rain   It was so cold,   We wandered through the woods to seemingly nowhere   Just because   Not even talking, just walking  
Hello there miss beautiful, Looking fine there as usual, Got my mind all delusional.  
What's on  my mind? Well, most of the time it's this girl. She touches my heart in ways i never thought possible.
Validate me, Make me feel heard
Here's another shitty poem, about wanting to be a bird, about wanting to be free and the longing to relieve of all the fucking stress that we all have to deal with.  I want to fly the fuck away,
roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet if only you were too   youve sreded my heart  like it was paper thin you crumpled my soul like a can made of tin  
Life is a glasshalf full of something or otherYet empty of something elseAnd no one can quite agree on whichOr remember that reallyIt’s all the sameBecause life is a glass half empty of time
A thousand reasons to walk away A thousand reasons to say no And yet I'm still wrapped up in you They say they told me so And now I'm in this hour glass Of hate, pain, and shame. And here I sit alone,
Stuck under the microscope Pins through wrists and feet Dried lips once muttered how to cope And conquered Death’s compete
Oh what things I wish I could have said; That I would taste rolling on my tongue; The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche; And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
"Hey girl let me holla at you for a minute"What this generation has come toTrying to  get a female as quick as one twoTrying to multiply and add but never subtracting from the equation
I could explain the pain of a broken heart as well as I explain the comfort of rain. They are only two of the unexplainable feelings that course through my body from time-to-time.
When I was younger, I went through a lot of crap. I didn't know how to express my feelings. My emotions, my life, everything was out of wack. I was bullied. I had thoughts of suicide.
Do not say that you have seen another way for us to play. It has not been at all okay. You took away my old routine, promised me a better day.
Talk about cliche I've got my heart on my sleeve. Unsure what to do Don't know where to go. You reeled me in like a little fish You've pulled me around like a puppet on a string
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