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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 their 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 eyes
and whisper the words
“you’re too precious to cry”
if i should you my teardrops
would you show me your own,
and learn though we’re lonely,
we’re never alone.