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Cliches

All the cliches in the world
Can't begin to tell
How I miss, want, no need you now.
But the problem is, at cliches I excel

A year ago, both our worlds changed
And here we are, together still today.
I'm so far, you're so far,
We're both so far away...

Yet I love you still
And you love me...
We remain strong for each other
For then, for now, for the future we'll see.

While we struggle each
In our personal lives
We work hard together
We try, succeed? We certainly strive...

Now you're over there
And I'm over here.
But who knows will be
In a day, week, month, year?

The question now is
How to end this pathetic poem
But I dont think I will,
I'll just leave it open

Because we aren't at an end
Nor are we at the beginning
We are simply here, now
And a web we are spinning

Next year I'll be with you
And the year after next...
And then when we're eighty
We can look back on this text.

Author notes

yeah. i suck at rhyming. it jjust happened in the second and third stanzas so it had to happen at the rest. don't hang me. i love him.

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  • Parking Lot Romance
    December 29, 2006
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    This is so weird! This completley fits the two characters in my story. I'm sure you really don't care but I thought I should bore you with that bit of information anyway. The poem is very good.

    -Patience


  • Cannonsfire
    December 29, 2006

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    Love makes everything ok, might wanna spellcheck a couple of things though you have a 't' at the end of excel! Don't worry I think you can marry the two forms together, I do it frequently!

    • fluofontis
      December 29, 2006
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      to be honest i was less sober when i finished this than when i began it. and that was the last line added to the poem.