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To all the space heaters out there Your warmth is well appreciated, The walls, chairs, and windows thank you Winter nights are much cozier by your side And while a fire place is much more desirable There is something about a space heater that is beautifully honest, There aren’t any booms or blasts You know why you’re here And you’re dam good at your job. But I don’t know what to do with you My hands fear you Because I left my oven mitts with the last fire That was reliable as a fire work That burned uncontrollably Only to go out. But you and your steady hum You and your tenderness That warms a room before I even flick you on You’ve made your way into the beat of my drum My skips have a rhythm that is to the bone You keep me warm even when I’m alone. I realized that I unplugged you in the waxing summer But you persistent little thing you, You rhythmic beast You never turned off There wasn’t a cold moment Even when you left I was well supplied with fleece And fist fulls of fiery passion The humdy-dum continued on. August brought external fortification My walls are thicker Windows insulated and furnace much quicker Yet October knocked And I opened the door. I don’t need to These lungs have brought much more than a warm touch These hands have begun to create again I now forge my own cadence. But like a composure's proud piece of work Like a inversely synchronized symphony Your humdy-dum dances with my pitter pat I don’t need you, I want you And what could be warmer than that?
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Changing Seasons
To all the space heaters out there Your warmth is well appreciated, The walls, chairs, and windows thank you Winter nights are much cozier by your side And while a fire place is much more desirable There is something about a space heater that is beautifully honest, There aren’t any booms or blasts You know why you’re here And you’re dam good at your job. But I don’t know what to do with you My hands fear you Because I left my oven mitts with the last fire That was reliable as a fire work That burned uncontrollably Only to go out. But you and your steady hum You and your tenderness That warms a room before I even flick you on You’ve made your way into the beat of my drum My skips have a rhythm that is to the bone You keep me warm even when I’m alone. I realized that I unplugged you in the waxing summer But you persistent little thing you, You rhythmic beast You never turned off There wasn’t a cold moment Even when you left I was well supplied with fleece And fist fulls of fiery passion The humdy-dum continued on. August brought external fortification My walls are thicker Windows insulated and furnace much quicker Yet October knocked And I opened the door. I don’t need to These lungs have brought much more than a warm touch These hands have begun to create again I now forge my own cadence. But like a composure's proud piece of work Like a inversely synchronized symphony Your humdy-dum dances with my pitter pat I don’t need you, I want you And what could be warmer than that?
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Colorado
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
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