The Ghosts Of My Past

     I twist and I turn in my bed all night,
     Coz the ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     They come swooping down on me at every little chance,
     Leaving me, as they go, in my guilty little trance.

     They make me hold on to the past too tight,
     The ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     What I could have done and how I could have done it,
     What I shouldn’t have done and why on earth I did it!
     That’s all I can think of, when they haunt me so,
     And I’m stuck in that moment, too afraid to let go.

     They trick me into thinking that nothing is right,
     The ghosts of my past love me more than I like…

     Why do I punish myself when I know that it’s gone,
     Done and over with, and it’s time to move on.
     And it’s time to give a call to the angels of my present,
     To drive the ghosts away and give me back this moment.

     Well, the angels told me that I should stay and fight,
     Let the ghosts of my past love me as much as they like...

- Gayatri Shejwal