Tuesday, October 15, 2013

New Me

Is within me
My habits die hard
Because they don’t breathe

My habits tell stories
That don’t match my smile
My stories keep on churning
Unmatched with old guile

Simple words and moments
And the faces they match
Spring up like a fountain for
Memories your ears catch

The old me is not new
Buried deep in there
Back being guarded always
With no habits to care