I am so tired of cliches;
love is like a red, red rose
What kind of nonsense is that
and what can it mean?
Even he who first thought of it
cannot know.

Another good one -
just give it time, time heals,
yes it can
But I have news
for those who utter without thought
That elusive, soothing time
waits for no man!

Can one really die from a broken heart,
or be scared to death,
believe the phoenix really rose from the ashes.
Walk the walk; talk the talk,
just a waste of breath.

We should think before we speak,
let all our words be true
Not live by parrot-learned phrases,
live meaningless lives,
Not repeat the dross,
let our own thoughts shine through.

But I understand
that it;s easier and simpler to say
what first comes to mind -
it can be so hard to change
Believe me -
Wait for it......

Have a nice day!

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