Hiraeth by Persomondo

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I miss my home
When I'm at home

You brought me pain and sorrow and disappointment beyond compare.
The heartache went away although,
For I did not think of you.
I let it go because I could,
Not because you asked me to.

I miss my home
When I'm at home

I was content at first, for I gave little thought to you.
Human nature is a woe although,
For I began to think of you.
I miss my empty thoughts,
Ones that aren't filled by you.

I miss my home
When I'm at home

I now think of you in times of loneliness and despair.
I want to spend a happy moment with you
But I know you just don't care.
More than you know,
I think of you.

I miss my home
When I'm at home