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Nine years later Would I rather not have met you? Seven years later Would I rather not have fallen in love? Six years later Are second chances worth giving? One year later Fool me three times and I am a joke I am not the ghost I thought I was You are the ghost instead Ghost that runs in my veins Ghost that still inhabits my dreams Ghost I often think about I need to lay your ghost to rest Because now you are happy Now you are whole I am the one who sulks in darkness and hates their own reflection I am he who writes about time that passes and love that fades I am the deathly cliché of a boy who once  loved a girl and now is nothing more than a phantom What difference is there between the phantom I have become and the ghost you are to me? Can I exorcise these spirits? Can my conscious return to solid form? What chains do I rattle except for those I forged with my own bad timing my own poor choices and my own disillusion? I must lay your ghost to rest before it kills me But I can't bring myself to do it In quiet moments I bridge our past failures to future hopes and my present becomes limbo I can barely look people in the eye anymore I avoid it so they can't see that I am never truly there I made you this ghost in my mind You and I made me a phantom You won't forgive me and that's ok I can't forget you And I will have to learn How to make it work Ghosts are only as real as your willingness to let them into your mind The door has long been open And you are always welcome in
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Laying A Ghost To Rest
Nine years later Would I rather not have met you? Seven years later Would I rather not have fallen in love? Six years later Are second chances worth giving? One year later Fool me three times and I am a joke I am not the ghost I thought I was You are the ghost instead Ghost that runs in my veins Ghost that still inhabits my dreams Ghost I often think about I need to lay your ghost to rest Because now you are happy Now you are whole I am the one who sulks in darkness and hates their own reflection I am he who writes about time that passes and love that fades I am the deathly cliché of a boy who once  loved a girl and now is nothing more than a phantom What difference is there between the phantom I have become and the ghost you are to me? Can I exorcise these spirits? Can my conscious return to solid form? What chains do I rattle except for those I forged with my own bad timing my own poor choices and my own disillusion? I must lay your ghost to rest before it kills me But I can't bring myself to do it In quiet moments I bridge our past failures to future hopes and my present becomes limbo I can barely look people in the eye anymore I avoid it so they can't see that I am never truly there I made you this ghost in my mind You and I made me a phantom You won't forgive me and that's ok I can't forget you And I will have to learn How to make it work Ghosts are only as real as your willingness to let them into your mind The door has long been open And you are always welcome in
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
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