Saturday 13 February 2010

You make clichés look good

When we lie,
Under a usual blue sky,
We don't see,
Clouds of cotton candy,
'Cause you've caught my eye,
Like a diamond in the sky.

With you,
Nothing is done before,
The things you do,
Keeps me coming back for more,
And I always wonder how you could,
Make clichés looks so good.

Scented love letters might be sweet,
Attempts made to sweep me off my feet,
Instead I turn red,
When you write love letters in my head.

With you,
Nothing is done before,
The things you do,
Keeps me coming back for more,
And I always wonder how you could,
Make clichés looks so good.

Chocolate kisses on my cheek,
Indeed make my knees go weak,
But it's the sweet stain,
That yearns to remain,
For you to lean over,
And give me that love fever.

With you,
Nothing is done before,
The things you do,
Keeps me coming back for more,
And I always wonder how you could,
Make clichés looks so good.

4 anything but sweet nothings::

- Ubiquitous - said...

Aha! I know the subject of this poem. Nice to see him growing from a brat to a lover boy! :D

Abhishek said...

Very nice concept. Apart from the love fever line, love it :)

Anonymous said...

Contrary to what you're lads think, and unlike the subject of your poem, you do NOT make cliches look good. STOP TRYING.

Anonymous said...

Contrary to what you're lads think, and unlike the subject of your poem, you do NOT make cliches look good. STOP TRYING.