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Dec 2013 · 399
Untitled.
George Dec 2013
See the way she wears her hair
See the way she walks the stairs
See the way she goes through books
See how she lives, with every look

Hear the way she goes on and on
Hear how she laughs, with her breaths all gone
Hear her thoughts, both small and profound
Hear how brilliant she is with every sound

Feel how she makes nothing seem real
Feel how you wish there was more time to steal
Feel the gap, when you're worlds apart
Feel the storm when she breaks your heart
George Oct 2013
I do not want to fall in love with you,
for falling in love is one sided.
Being in love requires the both of us,
One of two hearts never divided.

I want to hold your hand in the park,
walk downtown after dark.
Laugh and smile at falling snow,
watch you in awe as you wear my coat.

I want to be inspired by the way you talk,
write songs about the way you walk.
I want to lay down and take a nap,
wake up with your head in my lap.

I want to whisper the secrets of the world into your ear,
we are the only ones who matter, my darling, my dear.
No matter where we are or what we do,
I want to be in love with you.

But how could I have possibly known
That falling is all I'd ever have
Falling out of love hurts abundantly more
Than falling in love ever had

There is no hand holding in the park
There are no walks after dark
Your skin will never see my coat
These streets will never see the snow

I have the world's worst writer's block
There will be no songs about how you walk
I stay up all night, 'till half past three
I've never been one to get much sleep

I'll shout the secrets of the world for everyone to hear
Who cares who matters, no one is near
No matter what I did, the thing I couldn't help but do
Well, I still couldn't help falling for you.
Nov 2012 · 1.4k
Life goes on.
George Nov 2012
She lived inside an elegant home,
with topiaries and garden gnomes.
She went to school and on her first day,
she met a girl who was her friend until may.
Her friend left their town on a one way flight.
She cried and cried and cried all night.
She forgot her friend with the help of her mom,
she doesn't know her name because life goes on.

She lives in apartment B25
standing in the hallway of her Junior high.
She swore she loved the boy with the rectangle glasses,
it was fate because they had all same classes.
He broke her heart at the end of November,
but her older brother helped her remember.
In spark of amnesia, suddenly he was gone,
she has forgotten his name because life goes on.

Moving around from place to place,
Her happiness seems to have escaped her face.
Her mother hasn't talked since her dad was killed,
the breaks screamed as he was thrown down a hill.
Her brother is homeless strung out on drugs,
only comfort she has is her high school friends' hugs
She's ditches classes every single one,
knows not the names of her teachers because life goes on.

Her brother sobered up but it all went to hell,
he started serving his country which bid him farewell.
Mourning both deaths her mother drinks tons,
and stays in her room afraid of the sun.
Alienated and forgotten the girl cuts rows
cuts too deep, shuts her eyelids and goes.
The ambulance arrives but she is already gone,
but she is already forgotten because life goes on.
Nov 2012 · 800
Sick
George Nov 2012
I can see you falling and falling and falling,
wind rushing past you,
speeding faster and faster.
But what I can't see is what lies at the end,
perhaps because it is still too far away,
perhaps because it is too dark,
perhaps because why lies at the end is so obvious that it's blinded me.

You're not the only one.
No there are others.
All hurling yourselves downward.
Each one passing by for a second.
I wonder if any have arrived at the end.
Were they please with themselves?
Did they realize their mistakes?
Or did they hit the end so fast that they didn't have time to notice?

But why you?
You couldn't have possibly seen this coming.
You couldn't have thought that you did anything to deserve this.
All I want is to break the abyss apart until all it can do is crumble.
I want to save you.
I want to save all of you.

It hurts to think about.
Maybe I'll just play guitar instead.
Play and sing and sing and play until...
until my voice is hoarse and my strings are rusted
until my throat is killing me and my guitar starts to splinter
until I can drown out that fact that I can only catch you if you want me to...

I've never been so angry at the world.
I've never been so infuriated with the truth.
I've never despised this world this much.
Why is there so much hate?
Oct 2012 · 596
I want to be in love.
George Oct 2012
I do not want to fall in love with you,
for falling in love is one sided.
Being in love requires the both of us,
One of two hearts never divided.

I want to hold your hand in the park,
walk downtown after dark.
Laugh and smile at falling snow,
watch you in awe as you wear my coat.

I want to be inspired by the way you talk,
write songs about the way you walk.
I want to lay down and take a nap,
wake up with your head in my lap.

I want to whisper the secrets of the world into your ear,
we are the only ones who matter, my darling, my dear.
No matter where we are or what we do,
I want to be in love with you.
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
Envy.
George Sep 2012
I'd fail if they let me, I'd fail on purpose
Because them and I don't share the same idea for success
I'd walk away from the false promises of a bright future
I'd walk to freedom, not towards their awaiting capture

Their three white walls I'd stare at all day
The above minimum wage, the hourly pay
live in an empty apartment, with a cashier job
listening through the walls to the neighborly sobs

I'd sit and think about every thing from leaves on the autumnal tree
to the fact that there is no one sitting on the bed next to me
from the worms who flounder under the dirt
to why I personally was put on this earth

The meaning of love
to the stars above
Galaxies and galaxies full of stars
the old veteran who drinks in the bar

The biggest smile on my face
bigger than you'll have at the end of this race
Sitting alone in the thoughts in my mind
in the thoughts that I think to pass the time
I do not envy who you will be
I am perfectly fine being me.
Sep 2012 · 554
When it pours.
George Sep 2012
I don't mind the sunny days
but I do look forward to all the rain.
Heavy clouds lay in the street
with strangers running light on their feet.
Sipping their coffees with the ones they love
laughing to themselves as they stare above
Waiting for that one day I will too
run with my love in our soaking wet shoes.
Rain, rain please come my way
I simply cannot wait another day.

— The End —