Is it a cleche ?

A Poem by shadows

we need to invent new words to describe true love

words are so lame
for me they're the same
why can't I find the perfect ones
those ones that let you hear my pulse ?
I'm searching in my mind
but what is there to find
'cause all I come up with is old
but our love is too big to be told
is it a cleche when I say your arms feel like home?
is it a cleche that I sat to write you this poem ?
I'm not sure about how you feel
I don't know what is real
but for you I'll sacrifice the sun
for you I'll walk away from everyone
and whenever I feel undone
you is what makes me go on
you is what can't be wrong
you're the rhythm of my song
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