i am not very good,
at a lot of things.
i cannot paint you pictures,
Cause the beautiful
things in my head
cannot be translated.
nor can i sing to you,
as my voice has
a habit of falling flat.
nor can i play for you,
as my fingers fumble
when my thoughts cross
over to how you look,
watching me
but i can brush the knots
out of your hair,
and work the knots out of
your back when your day
has become too much to bear.
i am not good at much,
but i will be good to you.
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
