Show me your teardrops.

Let me collect them like rain,
And store them in jars,
That are labeled with ‘Pain’.

Let me follow their tracks,
From your eyes, down to your cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
That you’re too scared to speak.

Let me stop them with kisses,
And bring their flow to a halt,
As I teach you that pain,
Is not always your fault.

Let me hold your face gently,
As I dry both of your eyes,
And whisper the words:
“Love, you’re too precious to cry.”

Show me your teardrops.

And I’ll show you my own.
So you’ll know that even though we’re lonely,

We always have each other.
We are never alone.




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