we all make mistakes here and there but when the poetry you share still suffers from typos and misspells your most glaring error in judgement seems to be in the very least to me believing your readers actually care enough to point out such and even though i was never a fan i just thought it was worth a mention
When you meet someone for the very first time after only hearing there voice how do you know, that you're a match made in heaven once aline by the stars within the darken skies for what kind of connectivity do you have in the depth within your souls, for does the symmetries of lines match as they inline for what kind of energy does your mind create when you meet eye to eye. For even as your primal heat rises what kind of feelings do you feel deep...
She was beaten into a crumpled pile, he never feared as he approached There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door