Cliche

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I suppose I fell in love

with the thought of you,

merely the thought,

since we never actually spoke.

But there's something about

the way you smile,

how there's a gleam in your eye.

It makes my heart flutter,

as cliche as that sounds.

But what can I say?

I am a cliche.

A cliche broken girl

with broken dreams

and a broken heart.

I lay awake late at night thinking maybe,

just maybe.

You could come a long and save me.

Pathetic, right?

I think about what it might be like,

if you held me close

while I cried.

Maybe,

just maybe,

I would cry less,

because for once

I would feel safe

in a safe place called your arms.

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