Mr. Dramatic Returns to the Attic
Mr. Dramatic
has locked himself in the attic
and won’t come out to play.
Woke up on the wrong side,
woman took his pride,
it hasn’t been a very good day.
He’ll go for the gusto,
he’ll go for it all,
But, for sometime,
in the meantime,
on his own time,
he’s staring at the inside of walls.
Mr. Dramatic has gone far away,
floating away on the tide,
of emotions, feelings, and I don’t know whys,
his mind seemed a good place to hide.
It gets a little harder every time
living life in pantomime,
with all the lovely ladies
in costumes at the ball.
He doesn’t feel any static
sitting in the attic.
As a matter of fact,
he doesn’t feel anything at all.
Mr. Dramatic has gone far away,
floating away on the tide,
of emotions, feelings, and I don’t know whys,
his mind seemed a good place to hide.
He held them when they needed holding,
consistently kept them warm;
but when he wants warmth
he must warm himself.
The warmth only lasts a little while,
so when he feels the warmth of a smile,
He goes back to his attic
and smiles until he cries.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.