Give me what you need,
Take what I have.
I used to have pieces that I could replenish after some time,
You wouldn’t come to me asking as constantly.
Now I have even used up my back up.
My pieces are disappearing and dissolving.
Slow down.
Slow down, even though my mouth won't stop your gun.
Please, one shot per person.
I will sit nice,
Listen to your loud shots ring out.
I will say nothing.
Take my time.
Every minute.
Don’t let me go home…
For my home just closes me in.
I will do my best to mend you.
I will be there.
I am a call,
A text, away.
But,
One shot per person, pease.
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.