Nia Schexnider


The Heater - Poem by Nia Schexnider

My stomach is in knots,
The heater blowin hot,
I’m sittin on my bed
Thoughts goin through my head.
Oh baby, today I missed you,
I didn't know what to do.
I realized that I’d lose my mind,
If I couldn't have your time.
Then I knew,
I love you.


Comments about The Heater by Nia Schexnider

  • Rookie - 139 Points John Brown (4/15/2014 2:48:00 PM)

    A pretty poem Nia. You've made a spelling mistake in there, by the way - 4th line. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2014


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