Don’t call to me and ask if I’m alright
When I haven’t heard from you all night.
When you waited out my heartfelt plight
And laughed deeply with shrill delight
You made your point, I learned it too.
I never meant a thing to you
A truth that makes my heart so Blue
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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