What Makes Up Me Poem by Larry Meyer

Your the key to my world
Unlock me at your will
Love me for real
Or use me for your thrill

As long as I am with you
I feel elated
When your gone away
I feel so hated

Your my rhyme and reason
The soul in my art
My clarity from treason
The depth of my heart

Your the air in my lungs
Reason for my twisted tongues
The blood in my veins
Why I am sane

Your the sound in my hearing
The touch on my fingers
The safehouse for my fearing
The sweet scent that lingers

I could not live without you
I want to have you see
How everything you say and do
Is what makes up me