A Devision Of Feeling

Keep Talking.
Keep Talking, if its worth listening
Because the water here is glistening like the reflection on the grove
And I’d rather watch the view then listen to the show
Silence, and the forgiving nature
spins the whole 360
back from disaster, she hates her
the pressure from side among side left to tear apart
in the end there’s always a broken heart.
The artistry among them all plays a cruel part
it’s in what they don’t have that the scale touches the chart.
A mind wasted and the conveyer belt don’t care to cease
an innocent taken, but the wheels covered in grease
deep within your well you really don’t care
your on your own surviving that nightmare
It could stare you in the face.
------------------------------------------
pause the applause, I really don’t need it
my eyes to my surprise were black and blue
you have been beaten by what divides you and you’ve never had nothing more to cry too
With those trees rustling in the wind, those ships far off in the distance
that pink sky and your lover telling you she loves you so, there’s nothing more that makes you as content
the gentle grass, the undying beauty of the aesthetics you’ve created.
It’s in these moments of appreciation that you remain patient
so tonight
Tonight My love
we are in Line
forgetting everything else
we bathe in calamine.