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Call me Clichéd.

She takes her kisses with disinfected grace
And she always hates to be cliché

Slap me three times,
Call for help in the morning

He has her wrapped around his finger
She'd never know, she hates to be cliché

Break me only twice
Call for help in the morning

She might have said forgive and forget
But she always hated to be cliché

Kill me but once
And scream my name in the morning



Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-08-15 at 22:31

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
the tone is dark to me when i read this... i like the way you wrote your poem... a poetic air to it... and also, it hits a spot for me... thought you might like to know, clichè = cliché... very beautiful expression... maybe its because im in one those moods today but this strikes sadness for me, very strongly... thanks for sharing :f

later...xx
2005-08-17


Claire
Manic and nightmarish - clutching to the hope that everything might be okay come the morning.
2005-08-16


Commentally Ill
they already made a bandwagon, whatever shall i do?

Cliched. except i can't get that little accent over the e. oh well.
2005-08-16


epohonci
(jumps on the bandwagon)... ok, you're cliched.
2005-08-16


SlipThruCracks
You are the most non-cliche person I know.

Except for when you are.

Which makes no sense, but I think you get it anyhow.

And the first line nabbed me, if you wanted to know. Definitely the best like woah.

Yes.
2005-08-16


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
you are cliched lol well you said call you that :P
2005-08-15