December.

They say,

Home is where the heart is

I never felt like I truly belong.

I’m looking for an eternal home.

Home that feels warm on Christmas

Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.

Cheesecakes and whipping cream,

Creme brûlée’s a great choice too

One that allows my own pace and life,

Loves me on the darkest night.

Loneliness is being around people

Yet feel you never truly belong.

I haven’t found where my home is

Is it a purpose?

Tell me?

Is it a state of mind?

I’ll find it!

Is it a person?

If it’s you, come get me.

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