They say home is where your heart is,
if that's true I'm far from home.
I see photographs of the past,
and my heart aches to be there once again.
Familiar faces, voices, and laughter,
I miss it all.
If I could go back I'd drop everything,
but my priorities hold me here.
All I've ever known is there,
not just places, but faces.
I miss it so much I cry sometimes,
but i can't go back just yet.
When I get on that plane,
who knows when,
I'll finally be going home.
Please tell me what you think
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very good, you might want to revise it a little though. keep up the awsome writing.
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