I miss my home, I miss the heat
I miss the grass that tickles my feet
I miss the air that's forever summer
I miss the smell of earth when it starts to get wetter
I miss the sunsets, purple as they are
I miss my friends, even though they are bizarre
I miss long morning, I miss long nights
I miss the tales that give you small frights
I miss the days where things don't get better
I miss the days where things don't get bitter
I miss my native tongue, though I stumble on words
I miss the morning sun, though I love moon that lit up the dark world
I miss my home, I miss my family
Being there felt like I belonged
Staying somewhere foreign, is beyond my mentality
Not knowing anyone made me feel prolonged
I miss my home very much
I just wanna go back
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
