If I'm crying, can I use your shoulder?
Or will you take my hand and show me
your collection of jars stored with
my years of tears?
Will you show me each year
and tell me the stories behind them?
Will we go through each tale to
I'm crying again?
Will you dry my wet eyes and tell me
you have no more room for my tears?
Will you delete my broken memories
to I have no need to cry again?