She became a secret, never opening up
to anyone, and she wore the years like a diary,
no one ever wanted to read.

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain
Isn't always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And learn though we're lonely,
We're never alone.

Some days when I feel like a bruise of blues and violets
I look at old memories.
I was the color of yellow,freedom and happiness.
Rosy pinks when I was too shy to talk.
But now, I'm a deep red, passionate
Evolving into something beautiful.