Attitude
The way I feel
I can’t tell if it’s my attitude
Or simply the way I feel
Or a change in my demeanour
And a subtle way to heal
It may show in my behaviour.
My interest seems to wane.
A way to salve my broken heart
And ease the hurt and pain
When you’re not on my mind
My interest disappears
I think about you and then find
You reappear in all my dreams
I miss you, my darling.
And have bandaged up the wound.
When I think about you
I feel like I have drowned
It seems like a misdemeanour
The way we treat each other
Pretending life can go on
Feelings we try to smother
My attitude ebbs and flows
Yet my appearance hasn’t changed
I know how to hide a broken heart
And not materialise deranged
Demeanour is an attitude.
An act and a façade
To make you think I’m coping
When life’s just a charade
©
David Rudder
2014
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