Ghost,
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Did you know sometimes it frightens me
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when you say my name and I can't see you
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will you ever learn to materialize before you speak
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impetuous boy, if that's what you really are
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how many centuries since you've climbed a balcony
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or do you do this every night with someone else
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you tell me that you never leave
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and I am almost afraid to believe it
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why is it me you've chosen to follow
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did you like the way I look when I am sleeping
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was my hair more fun to tangle
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are my dreams more entertaining
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do you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alone
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where were you when I searched the sea
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for a friend to talk to me
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in a year where will you be
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is it enough for you to steal into my mind
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filling up my page with music written in my hand
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you know I'll take the credit for I must have made you come to me somehow
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but please try to close the curtains when you leave at night
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or I'll have to find someone to stay and warm me
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will you always attend my midnight tea parties
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as long as I set your place
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if one day your sugar sits untouched
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will you have gone forever
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would you miss me in a thousand years
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when you will dry another's tears
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but you say you'll never leave me
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and I wonder if you'll have the decency
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to pass through my wall to the next room
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while I dress for dinner
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but when I'm stuck in conversation
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with stuffed shirts whose adoration
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hurts my ears, where are you then
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can't you cut in when I dance with other men
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it's too late not to interfere with my life
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you've already made me a most unsuitable wife
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for any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept with
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and you can't just fly into people's bedrooms
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then expect them to calmly wave goodbye
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you've changed the course of history
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and didn't even try
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where are you now
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standing behind me
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taking my hand
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come and remind me
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who you are
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have you traveled far
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are you made of stardust too
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are the angels after you
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tell me what I am to do
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but until then I'll save your side of the bed
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just come and sing me to sleep
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Poem: Ghost
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Emilie Autumn |