Red Mcdowall Poems

Did I dream it was it real
Not one feeling did you reveal, I've been real daft and should of stopped, your no reply to all I asked, and never why did I ask, each time that you were in my bed, I chose to leave it all unsaid
To scared to hear the truth be told..
But I need it now so get me told
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Do you think they know when you put pen to paper, the poems are about you and events you have been through? ?
Or that you write about others, rather than one's close its your feelings about you write,
They know you don't speak of them so you would think they would guess that writing is your way of getting it off your chest...
People portray you as being strong and tough, but your mask it won't slip never mind take it off,
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