Why are smiles cliche? You know, the bright flash of a grin that stencils dimples in cheeks and makes us girls fall over?

And summer. Why is summer cliche?
Kids crouched around a frying egg on a steaming sidewalk or splashes in the pool when the bottoms of your soft feet start to turn rough and burned or one sweaty hand wrapped in another on a moonlight walk under the park's drooping trees

What about love? Is it so cliche? Handmade valentines day cards with cutout construction paper hearts? And awkward first kisses when closed eyes and puckering lips can fly you away?

Tears? What's wrong with them? What's so cliche about a rainy afternoon and bunched tissues and streaming tears from a broken heart? 'Cause it doesn't feel cliche to me.

Or anger. Red hot anger and clenched fists? That's not cliche. Better not be.

Loneliness? That too?


What makes it cliche? What makes it common?
I guess because it's not original.