Posted in Poems

sad girl hours

just when I am finally

grounded

like clock work

november 8

rolls around

I lose my cool

turning bat shit crazy

living sad girl hours

on repeat

reminiscing about all

that we once had

I picture your face

the one that was

once was a warm reminder of home

now breaks my heart

– XOXO chana

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