to hear your voice again brings my eyes to be filled with water
they pour out tears filling a bucket
a pale blue bucket, oh how bright it is
your voice creates cracks and creases in that bucket
your staining the bucket
my bucket is red it’s so envious and miserable
i take my bucket and begin to scrub away
my bucket is still red
so i began to cry and the bucket begins to wash away
my bucket is no longer what it is
the bright yellow bucket lit me up inside so much so I never cried again instead I laughed
forever