THE DRAFT

When U leave

don't leave the

door open even a little bit

U know

the cold winter days

bring drafts

and

I don't want 2 end up

cold & bitter

frigid & freezing

or

sick & tired

b/cuz the door

was never really closed

U know the cold

winter days

may turn your heart

2 ice

not mine

just close the door

I got ghetto heat

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/6/04  very early am.

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