I'm homesick for a person not a place
Not a time on a clock but a face
He who is infatuated with me while our hearts race
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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