Cliché Love Poem
Ill call you my doctor cuz for you ill be patient, elationThat you stand by my side Ill call you my balloon because you take me so high
You lift me up and above
We’re like the two turtledoves
Joined me by the hand I oughtta call you my glove
And here you made my life better
We’re two birds of a feather
They can call us Velcro way we’re sticking together
Still im hoping that this feeling that I have will never cease
If I were a puzzle you would be the missing piece
You complete me so neatly with the way that you treat me
I should call you my cake the way you’re acting so sweetly
I should call you my headlights how you light up my street
But one day you’ll call me a broom when I sweep you off of your feet
Ill call you my blanket the way you’re keeping me warm
Ill call you my umbrella way you weather the storm
Ill call you m&m’s because you melt in my heart
And you should be a masterpiece cuz you’re a work of art
Ill call you my ski lift cuz you take me from the bottom
And I know its still the summer but you make me think its autumn
The way im Falling for you every time I see you ain’t no pity
I should call you fireworks the way you light up my city
Throwing out the nitty-gritty when I can’t stay in my seat
I should call you my furnace, the way you’re turning up the heat
I should call you my drum, the way you make my heart beat
But one day you’ll call me a broom when I sweep you off of your feet
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