i'm homesick for a person not a place
not a time on the clock but a face
he who is infatuated with every move I make
my mind rains tears and my heart has slowed to a steady pace
I feel empty without him
like a vacant flower vase
the memory of him leaving and returning with his green suitcase
if you drew my blood in every vein you would find his trace
i'm homesick for a person not a place
and all my lips long for is his taste
m.a.a
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