The Bucket

By Elizabeth kaczocha

Another day, another beer, another bucket of broken promises.
Your words either cut me to the bone, or no longer have meaning.
Your I love you and I'm sorry mean nothing. The are just empty words. More empty pomises for the already full bucket of broken promises. Your I would never hurt yous falls into the over flowing bucket. Each day i empty the bucket just to watch you fill it up again. How i pray each night that the bucket will remain empty. But thats a silly hope after all this time. When will the day come that my bucket remains empty?

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Copyright 2019 Elizabeth kaczocha
Published on Friday, September 6, 2019.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

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  • Jonas Robinson On Saturday, September 7, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848)By person wrote:

    My bucket also is full. I enjoyed this because I can related, and I think a lot could. Thank you for sharing. :)

  • Elizabeth kaczocha On Friday, September 6, 2019, Elizabeth kaczocha (20)By person wrote:

    Not sure if that's good or bad but thank you I think...

  • sadistic intent hex On Friday, September 6, 2019, sadistic intent hex (206)By person wrote:

    straight to truth felt every word of discontent

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