by Fiona Traville

Created on: November 07, 2008

I don't question tears.

When you come to me

with eyes so full of pain

that you can barely see,

I won't question tears.

I open my arms wide

and let you cry until

your pain can subside,

and you explain your tears.

You don't need me to pry.

It's better to have comfort

until your tears are dry.

Come, I won't question tears.

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