Speak to Me in Clichés

By Talia Kliot


Tell me you’re a kid in a candy store

When you gaze deep into my soft brown eyes.

Remind me to always think hard before

My sharp tongue lashes out to criticize. 


Tell me that you’re falling head over heels. 

We’ll run away; no time like the present. 

Yes, I woke up and reinvented wheels

On a summer’s day that smelled so pleasant.


While diamonds are formed under pressure,

My birthstone is ruby and I can’t read

Between the lines, ’cuz I’m blind like a bat.

Can’t play my cards right since they got declined. 


So if you love me, please don’t set me free;

Chained to fresh language is where I long to be. 


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