I warmed up to you.
Like my hours-old coffee sitting in the sun
trickling onto the dining table,
I warmed up to you.
To your affection.
To your love.
But as I grew hot,
and my frigid heart thawed,
you grew cold.
Heat transfers, no?

I warmed up to you.
Like my hours-old coffee sitting in the sun
trickling onto the dining table,
I warmed up to you.
To your affection.
To your love.
But as I grew hot,
and my frigid heart thawed,
you grew cold.
Heat transfers, no?
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