If I showed you my tears, would you collect them like rain. Store them I jars. That are labeled with "Pain."
Would you follow their trails, from my eyes down my cheaks. As they form the words to stories, I'm too scared to speak.
Would you stop them with kisses, bringing them to a halt. As you teach me that pain, isn't all my fault.
Would you hold my face gently, as you dry both my eyes. And whisper the words, "I'm to pretty to cry."
If I showed you my tear drops, would you show me your own. And learn that we are lonely, but never alone.
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RavenAsterling (Pseudonym) (
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Aww, this is so sad my dear,if Ritik don't wake up and realize that you are the best for him, I'm going to have to have a little talk with him myself, whether he wants to or not
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