• jpbaldwin 14w

    Rain Drops on the Soul...

    On the days of brain block 
    I wait for rain drops to to heal my soul
    It make the pain stop absorbing energy as it takes it's toll,  
    Wait don't go, there were whispers never heard
    A reminder I finder to speak of the kinder words
    To align with peace that we rarely find on earth
    Time comes first as time ends last
    Thinking memories tend to be a thing of the past
    The thing that I ask, is for your honesty
    Anything less, is considered robbery.