Cliché but Original
If it isn't you, then it will be I,
To one who gifts you the cliché.
And of course, it's so over used,
But it still stands to this day.
A symbol of our love, a beautiful pure thing,
That shows how much we've been through.
And with our final year nearly ending,
There's no telling what life'll do.
I'm in no rush to leave the school,
The first place I met you.
You never noticed me back then,
But now, our love sparks multiple hues.
There's no regret on anything,
The decisions we make, and more.
So, why don't we enjoy our lives?
And let's see what love has in store...
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The Blossoming of Love
PoetryMade this on a whim! So, I'll be writing five poems about the stages of love. Hope you enjoy! P.S: These will all be free poems (not following a structure). Cover by me. Characters on cover by Naoshi Komi.
