One tear rolls on my cheek
and I tell myself to bury these emotions.
Two tears start to roll
and I buy the shovel I need.
Three tears begin to make a stream
and I start to dig the hole, deeper than before.
Four tears and a river is made
but into the hole they start to go.
Five tears and I’ve found the magic way
to divert the river to a ditch, away from my eyes.
Four tears while the river goes back to a stream
and I start to think about gaining control.
Three tears and the stream starts to dry up
like I’ve been forcing my eyes to do.
Two tears and it’s almost gone
dried up and buried.
One tear and I throw away the shovel
as it is not longer needed.
My emotions have been buried again
deeper than before so they can’t find me anymore.