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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