Fantasy

If I showed you my teardrops, 

Would you collect them like rain,

Store them in jars, 

And labelled them 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 my both eyes,

And whisper to me,

"You're too precious to cry" ,

If I showed you my teardrops,

Would you show me your own,

And learned though we're lonely,

We're never alone.