Rain dripping on my skin
Suddenly feeling alive
Touching me the way I want
A precious touch of life
Rain dripping on my raw scars
Making me vulnerable and sensitive
Make them burn like hell
All over again
In fucking pain I am
Rain dripping on me
Little droplets
I can see on my curly hair
My hair getting wetter, the more the rain drops on me
My curls, curling itself with the help of the water drops
Rain quietly dripping outside
Hearing it gently fall down
From inside
Soothing touch of music
Rain dripping on me
You need an umbrella?
No need
Cause being captured by the rain
Seeing life through the tiny droplets
Is the true beauty of life
- Mel Rose
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Poems by Mel
PoetryOnly poems: Love, thoughts, sadness, struggles, family, friendship, shit and eventually more feelings. Hope you like them ♥️
