Wednesday, April 11, 2012

You Make Me

You make me smile.
I know you don’t mean to. 
It happens every time I see your face, 
and I imagine your voice.
Then I read your words,
but they are not for me, and yet
it makes me smile.
I won’t even try to explain it,
not to you, not to anyone.
Not even to myself.
And it doesn’t matter
it’s just a smile. 
I have done nothing wrong. 
There is nothing to justify.
But I will never tell.
You make me.

©2012 Garden Summerland


  1. Ugh! Now, see, I love that, but I feel as if I need to read it over and over again to make certain that I caught the intended meaning. ;) That's the great thing about pieces like this, isn't it. They're so small, yet so powerful. They affect all of us in different ways.
    Have a great weekend!


    1. Thanks Jimmy! Yeah, I love the short pieces that draw you in!! Thank you for reading & commenting, I always appreciate feedback. Hope your weekend is awesome too!