Not So Old Habits
Old habits should be just thatSomething that is now gone
But even though we deem them so
We are oh so horribly wrong
'Cause they're waiting in the closet
And in the long hall mirror
Whenever you feel weakest
They are always here
Picking at your bones
With their long gnarled hands
Twisting the fabric of your life
So it is far from bland
And everytime you show the scars
It feels like such a sin
Something's pounding against your heart
Breaking the lock from within.
By: Liz Prosser
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