Playing Cliches
I won’t promise you the moon,
it’s not for me to give.
Instead I’ll listen to your babbles,
as long as we would live.
Don’t expect me to cross the ocean,
I don’t think any man can.
I’ll help with all the kids you want,
as long as they’re less than ten.
I won’t climb the highest mountain,
I doubt I’d survive at all.
But if I do, I would with you,
At least I could gladly fall.
I can’t carry you in my arms forever,
My arms won’t stand the weight,
I know I attract the prettiest girls,
but it’s you I’d rather date.
I don’t see you everywhere,
I’m not a deluded freak.
But while away I miss you dear,
your absence, to me is bleak.
I may not say I love you,
what are these words worth?
They’re merely routine expression,
and there’s much more you deserve.
