Cliché

We are such a cliché,

boy meets girl,

fall hard and fast.

 

Our heads are a mess,

would you wait for me?

 

Obviously.

 

Too young to think anything through,

too old to want to slow down.

 

Everything's right til they find out,

we will just stick to the here and now.

 

Baby we're just a cliché,

holding hands,

dreaming of the white picket fence life,

Pinky promises of a forever we don't have.

 

kisses under the stars,

the "I love yous" that can be heard in the dark.

 

The warmth from the sparks,

felt between us when I'm in your arms.

 

Stares from across the room,

can't look away from those eyes,

a light ocean blue,

a little sea green to,

you love the smell of my cheap perfume.

 

I live such a cliché life with you.

 

 

 

 

 

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C-L-S

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16 years old

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