Give up your ghosts tonight

Driven by the macabre of the season
And of stormy days in my tea cup of life

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Give up your ghosts
And all that haunts you

At the oddest times of day

Bent down to pick a fallen pencil
Pushing through a crowded bus
Mid-kiss at the door step

Saying goodbye

A momentary sense of loss
A pang of regret
A tear not shed
A sigh that never materialized

The invisible hands that hold your heart
Tight

The shadows in the closet
Those that you are afraid

Will come out at night

Ever look into a mirror
And fear to see yourself reflected
Because then

There is no where else to hide

Give up your ghosts
And all that haunts you

Bury them tonight.

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