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Georgia Rae Jan 2014
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
If I wait for you
Could you love me too?
Time and time again,
I've lost my own war
But things are changing
This I am for sure
I'm tired of losing
Of gaining all this pain
I'm done with choosing.
Choosing meaningless sides.
I'm done with you saying that I've changed.
I've merely grown up
And grown old from all this waiting.
For a love that's never to come.
Georgia Rae Jan 2014
Thinking of what to say,
The numbness invading your being.
You look for a number to dial,
Perhaps the number of hope.
However that name is not found in your contacts
Only despair
Distraughtness
And Desperation
Are seen.
What ever happened to the contact
"Trust"?
Oh yeah,
It was taken when they left.
Georgia Rae Jan 2014
I could be flying free
Like a bird with its wings spread wide,
Soaring in the wind.
Instead I am chained by my thoughts.
My irrational habit of constantly over thinking.
In the back of my mind
I know I can forget the world
If I only tried.
But then I continue.
I continue to think on the matter
Until I begin to once again
Irrationalize.
Until I decide that I will not fly.
I will stay inside my box.
Because my mind refuses to let me.
Georgia Rae Dec 2013
A boy loves a girl
How touching.
A boy loves a boy..
How disgusting?
Why don't you dig down
The bones.
Everything's the same.
You say,
" It's complicated "
How can you be repulsed
By what you don't understand.
I beg and plead
Don't be scared of what you are not familiarized with.
Embrace it.
Just because the bones are alike,
Does not mean the heart is.
Let the heart be free.
Be one with itself.
Georgia Rae Dec 2013
I met this girl.
And I fell in love,
But did she fall?
It's like being scared of heights
And looking down from the empire state building.
I constantly wonder
If she fell too
If she feels this too
Does she even need me too.
The thoughts swirl around in my head
But when it hits me.
The breath leaves my lungs.
Most things that fall break.
I wish I could be like the leaves
Mellow and happy.
They don't break when the fall and hit the ground.
So why do I..

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