She Makes Me Poem by Brendan Whitman

She Makes Me



she makes me smile
she makes me mad
she makes me happy
she makes me sad

she makes me laugh
she makes me high
she makes me sink
she makes me cry

she makes me think
she makes me chase
she makes me sprint
she makes me face

she makes me race
she makes me stressed
she makes me pace
she makes me blessed

she makes me strong
she makes me weak
she makes me wrong
she makes me see

she makes me impressed
she makes me create
she makes me obsessed
she makes me wait

she makes me lose
she makes me win
she makes me blue
she makes me grin

she makes me confused
she makes me dream
she makes me enthused
she makes me gleam


and this might all sound silly
but really
I donno what she makes of me....

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