It's such a liability to love another person.
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
How many people ask you to come share their life?
A cliché is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.
Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.