IF I [SHORT POEM]

If I

If I showed you my tear drops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars that are labeled with "pain".

Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes to my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak.

Would you stop them by 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 softly whisper the words:
"You're too precious to cry",

If I showed you my tears,
Would you show me your own,
And show me that even though we're lonely,
We're never alone.