Sarah A

February 10, Hartford, CT

home alone on the holidays

Never hungry and never satisfied
I don’t know where to run
But I know where to hide

Past midnight wishing on the--
Is that a star or
a satellite? At
least the moon will always be bright.

Lonesome on a December night,
dancing myself into a fright.
Why does life make us fight?
please let go of me tonight.
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