If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labeled 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 though we're lonely,
We're never alone.
- e.h
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
Poesía"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
