Buckets

as the wind blows freely
like a tick in time
i have to get you off my mind
what to think
and what to do
because im overly tired of feeling blue
i loved you buckets
and thats a fact
now its done no going back
you went your way
and i went mine
we lost eachother over space
through time
the sound of your silence
rings in my ears
if only the clock would go back a few years
with no fix in sight
sadness falls like the night
my bucket ran empty
just doesn't seem right

By: Scott Allen Trom 2010