If I showed you my teardrops
Would you collect them like dew drops
and store them in jars,
to read those untold stories of pain,
which my heart have always carried from ages so far?
Would you value each and every drops
like beads of pearls?
Would you follow their path
From my eyes down to my cheeks
As they write all my stories,
Which I've always buried beneath my heart
As I'm too scared to speak,
Would you dry them up with kisses
bringing their endless flow to a halt?
Would you hold my face gently
as you wipe both my eyes,
and whispering in my ears
Those magical words,
"Darling, I am always with you,
You are not born to cry,
but to smile and fly;
together with me, for I am always there
to hold your hands, even in your darkest nights",
Would you hold me tight
to console my heart,
and sooth my unhealed scars?
If I showed you my teardrops
Would you too show me your own,
Hugging me warm inside your chest
and kissing my forehead,
to make me feel that
We're never alone.
