Loose Change

Loose Change

I’m sitting alone right next to you

Questioning if my thoughts are like loose change

Not even enough to think twice about

Yet rattling as if to always remind you

A penny for me thoughts is meaningless

Making me wonder if my mind means anything to the world

If they mean nothing to you

M.A.P

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Homesick

Homesick

I’m homesick for a person not a place

Not a time on the clock but a face

He who is infatuated with me wearing red lace

My mind rains tears and my heart slows to a steady pace

I feel empty without him like a vacant flower vase

The memory of him leaving with his green suitcase

If you drew my blood, in every vein you would find his trace

Im homesick for a person not a place

And all my lips long for is his taste

M.A.P

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