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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 through we’re lonely,
we’re never alone.