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Ghost |
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Fiction |
I'm tired, tired of chasing after ghosts Ghosts in my window, ghosts at my door Ghosts in my mail, ghosts on my path Ghosts riding the full moon Ghosts falling with the snow Ghosts in the gloom of the rain Ghosts in the shinning of the sun I'm tired, tired of chasing after ghosts Ghosts in the cobwebs of my heart Ghosts in the clouds of my mind Ghosts in the stillness of my soul Ghosts in the rage of my spirit Ghosts in my waking Ghosts in my sleeping Ghosts in the morn' Ghosts in the even' I'm tired, tired if believing in ghosts Ghosts with everlasting promises Ghosts in shinning amour Ghosts with roses oh so red Ghosts that turn into pillars of silence At the threshold of commitment's door And all I have left Is the hollowness of echoes Echoes of dead silent ghosts Singing sweetly to my tortured soul I love you, I love you, I love you... |
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Mkawasi Mcharo Hall |