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He Makes Me
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To All The Men I've Loved Before He makes me want to paint my toes
Bright pink with glitter
He makes me want to cook
Pasta with cheese and hot links
He makes me want to eat
Chicken sandwiches with my doggy
He makes me want to listen
To Bahamadia and Talib
He makes me want to leave my friends
To see him standing there
He makes me want to kiss him
And let him read my mind
He makes me want to smile
When I usually would frown
He makes me want to stop smoking
And drink glasses of cold water
He makes me want to fall in love
When I thought love was lost…
…He makes me want to add to this poem
And keep it flowing
He makes me want to turn off my phone
And give him undivided attention
He makes me want to braid my hair
So he can see what his friends were talking about
He makes me want to stop going out
To be with him
He makes me want to keep my hands to myself
And be a lady
He makes me want to wait
Because patience is a virtue
He makes me feel like I can be me
No fronts, no hiding
He makes me think that this poem could go on and on
And on and on and on…
