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 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.
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Erin Hanson Poems
PoetryA collection of Erin Hanson poems, which you can find on her website, tumblr, or instagram: @thepoeticunderground (disclaimer: i am NOT the original author of these poems. i am simply a fan who decided to compile them into a wattpadd story)
