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George Andres Jun 2016
Papalapit na ang tren
Katulad ng pagdating mo
Mabilis, marahas at walang pasabi
Umuusok, tahimik at maingay

Kasabay ng pagdating nito
Ay pagdating ng bagong bagon
Katulad mo rin
Katulad mo

Kasabay ng pag-alis nito
Ay ang paglaho ng pag-ibig ko sa'yo
Kasama lahat, punong-puno
Walang ititira
Palalayain ka na
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George Andres Jun 2016
What's within the eye that keeps us drawn?
That it kills us when we see that person frown
It was surreal, like an abstract idea
That each one of us could see what is inside those eyes

That one day, blue are not the skies
And you can't even take those sighs
Food won't be as tasty as your favorite pie
When it'll take some guts to see that person cry

In our belief they were the mirrors,
But for me, they were tunnels: unknown
Yet to be discovered
It's not about whom you see your future with,
Nor with whom you see the shadows of your past
But with the joy of your present

Beautiful sight, it was
However, the universe is so vast
Conspiring since you were not yet born
Exploding as the sirens and horns

Little did I know, in those sets of eyes, I am but a clown
In a chess game I was a pawn
Forever stucked in that zone
Called, friendzone
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George Andres Jun 2016
Pero hindi, hindi 'iyan ang dahilan kung bakit ayaw ko na. Ayaw ko na kase...

Gusto kong maging kaibigan ka pa
Ayaw kong dumaan lang sa buhay mo
At maging yugto nito
Hindi ko gustong maging tayo

Sana lang maging magkaibigan lang tayo
Yung matagal at walang hiwalayan
Ayaw kong mahulog sa'yo
Gusto ko lang parating nasa tabi mo

Ayaw kong mahulog sa'yo
Kasi ayaw kong maghanap pa uli ng tulad mo
Ayaw kong magsimula uli sa iba
Pero hinahanap ko sakanya ay ikaw parin pala

Ayaw kong mahulog sa isang kaibigan
Dahil lahat sila, wala nang kabigan
Wala nang balikan
Kaya ayaw ko

Gusto kong magkasama lang tayo
Walang kuryente, walang kabog ng dibdib
Hindi slow motion o fortune teller
Gusto ko magkasama lang tayo

Walang tayo pero may pagmamahal
Bilang kaibigan, parang magkapatid lang
Walang mas malalim pa
Walang lalalim pa
Kasi kapag gano'n, ayaw ko na

Iiwan na kita.
Ayaw ko na.
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George Andres May 2016
I swear to myself I won't miss you
Nor stare at you like how I used to
I swear I won't talk to you again with enthusiasm
Nor tell you tales about dragons and stuff
I swear I'll never love you more even If I had the chance
Nor wrap you in my embrace when the morning's too cold
I swear all of these
But I can't promise to not write about you every single time

How you cried over her
How you laughed about a dog chasing its tail
How you smile like a puppy
How those passion in your eyes burns like hell
How your pain kills you
How everything about you makes me go crazy over and over again
How I cannot contemplate why I fell for someone as simple as you..
Like how the hell did you get in?
Guess you sneaked in
when I left my heart opened when 'twas wounded

I can't feel anything right now.
Look what you've done
Whatever, I feel okay with the setup
Anyone, whoever makes you happy as me when I see you
It's all what matters to me
It was always you who matter to me

I never know how long
I never know when this will suddenly stop I never know how to
But you know what?
When I do, I'll be the happiest
I hope my heart would be given back to me
So it can rest from the war.
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George Andres May 2016
I dreamed of you tonight
You were there
Along with the maidens
I've dreamed before you

I cannot understand why
But you are the main star
I know I know
I just stared at you from afar
We never talked
You never knew me
But why am I so proud of you?

Why do I love your soul so much?
Why do I long for you?
We've only met once
I've only seen you thrice in my life
You've only seen me once
But is it enough
To call this love?

It's been years
I've search for you for years
But I cannot find answers
So I settled to love
Those who are near
Yet so far

But right now?
You are so far
Yet I feel you so near
Beside my heart

And sooner,
Inside my heart
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George Andres May 2016
Aria
I stutter, I-uhm,
My thoughts are entangled
It was a melody that allured me
Those expressive ****** smile

H-how did I gain the courage that day?
Sometimes God gives us things we didn't pray for
I don't think I could hide any of these poems to you
How could my feelings be like music
Specifically, a rhapsody
Always changing, uncertain
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George Andres May 2016
Writers are evil, I told myself
They have their hearts broken
Million pieces like the stars
And portray life as universe

They hide themselves behind those pens
And begin to tell the greatest story ever told
They put cream and honey to their tales
To sweeten our journey or feel bad about ourselves

They bleed to death
And use past lovers as an ink
Merely thinking of how to easily get over
They fear being alone and hopeless

But then I met someone
And this is the irony of my story
I've seen someone's soul
I've felt someone's agony

Someone who cries
Is hurt
Broken
Who loves to write

It's funny how those smiles
Hide a deep secret no one knows
Neither you
I was captivated, 'twas a trap

Signorina, no, o! mia ragazza,

You know what I realized after You?
I realized that writers are no evil
They were not at all
They are scarred, broken, and lost individuals
They need attention
But they have no physical voice to shout
They have strenght to move their hand
So they wouldn't have to hurt anyone
But with their words.

Writers are no evil
They are silent rebels
People who share
Selfless enough not to pour their wrath in a verbal way
That would soon go away

They are cunning individuals
Wise enough to know
You may hurt them once or multiple times
But brace yourself and understand
That letters and art are forever
And with that, with the generations to come
You'll be forever hated
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