Pretty Rain Drops : Creative Writing

Pretty Rain Drops

By: Julia L. Clark

I am blurry to sight

As residue droplets

Speak in territory

Of free me away from

This swing

In too streams of

Go to sleep and

Make love with peace.

Melodies of knocking

Knuckles of tapping rain

Injects yawning game

In to me.

But its funny

Because anything

Can be copied

But not quite the same.

As my style take control

Of fame because fashion

Lies of fake cries

Will be soon out dated.

The beauty of glass

Is always a head

Trendsetter in every

Story it brings.

Love is like

Noisy press

Wondering who bought

The locket of sparkling carats of

Beam on my face.

As I am licking the

Wet sherbet flavors

Of inquiring minds

I give you no signs

Because he is deeply

Preserving and wrapped

In satin sheets all mine.

My personality runs cold

But he has the key

To the right lock

To awake spots

That once got shot

For being too hot.

The train of close by howls

In I am coming

To rip off love

I can be lethal

So move out of harms way.

Can I undress

The complete mess

Of my inner appearance

Uniform

So I can be in the center light

Of real life.

As his pounding admiration

Walk its way through the crowds

Of let go of me

She is a 100% genuine

As he look in to the

Society of my eyes of

27 years of story

And said

You are not generic

To society

Your beautiful and

Every once in a while

Beneath the soft grey

In your eyes you

Fall like pretty rain.

I taste you with no side affect

I am not judgmental

With secrets of disguise.

I don’t cause cancer

Nor death I just

Give you my campaign

With no

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