The Healer.

I race to your side and press my hands against your warm smooth skin,
Our eyes lock I take a deep breath and the connection begins,
I see into your soul and wonder if you can see mine,
I feel our souls entwine as I get a rush of images,

by Laura Cummings Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

I like this poem now. Funny what cleaning up will do. If you could change the its to it's (it's not possessive) it would be great. Best wishes H
Actually I just put that into word and now must send you my apologies, most of the previous was more about laziness when it comes to checking my work rather than the disability, I also had only five mins to type it up so I was rushing... I've cleaned it up now :)
No there is no spell check and my complete lack of ability to spell... is actually a disability so.... besides as long as you can read it and it takes the stress of what ever im feeling who cares what he spellings like... but sure ill get a mate to check it.
Actually, there are twelve errors in this poem. Counting the missing apostrophes. I can't find a spellchecker on my computer though, perhaps she does not have one. H
Laura, sweetie,6 spelling mistakes...if you're going to avoid insults like this, you'll have to use Spellcheck...it should be on your PC.
Savannaaaaaaah: I realise that English is not a phonetic language. However, people who spell like this are dumb, uneducated and inept people. Wherever you came from, perhaps they miss you, H
who cares about spelling, enjoy the feel of the words, love it, keep writing
Could you please ask a neighbour or a friend to help you with the spelling? H