BREATHING CLICHÉ You make me a walking, talking cliché… It’s not so bad depending on how you display… Your

stories scroll up the long, sprawling highways… And I always find myself ringing your doorbell, smiling in your doorway. My tone rises the farther I go, the more that I say, I love you this way. I probably can’t keep this going and one of these days… You’ll make me your walking, talking, breathing cliché.

December 23, 2008 11:37PM