# Uncliched Cliché
You're the war
Between my qualms and ardour,
It torments me madly how you're so cold;
Thoughts of you won't leave my mind,
Even if I loose all my honor;
How you stir my mind with sombre melodies,
I think I'd let you consume my very being;
You're from a world beyond my fancies,
Yet we've got something similar,
As you're unreachable,
And ı'm like an art of a lavish gallery,
That could be admired only from far;
What we've got is bitter sweet thing,
One is vehement and the other is serene;
We both are clichés of an uncliched scene,
We're just parts of a melancholic film.
— NISHI
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