If only you knew what you do to me.
You make me so- I don't know how to describe it.
You make me feel like I'm seven again, when I would try on formal dresses in a store and my mother would say that I can only try on one.
You make me feel the way I did when I found a homecoming dress.
Very happy and ecstatic.
Or when you walk through your front door after a long vacation.
Sleeping in your own bed again, that first night back.
Or how happy you get when you see your pets again from a trip.
Or how happy they are to see you.
That's how you make me feel.
If only you know what you do to me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
