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....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem