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.
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