As I showed him my teardrops
He collected them like rain
He stored them in jars
Which was clearly labeled "Pain"
Tenderly and carefully he followed
their tracks; beginning from my
eyes and trickling down my cheeks
He said they told stories from a
tormented past that I was too afraid to speak
He stopped them with his kisses
Bringing their flow to a hault
As he taught me that my pain
Isn't always my fault
He held my face gently
As he dried both of my eyes
Then he whispered these words,
"Princess you're too precious to cry"
As I showed him my teardrops
My pain became his own
He said, "Never will you be broken again
You have all of me and will never be alone again"

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem