What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 - Page 35

I've Never Bin Good With Werds

by Amber Cole

I’ve never bin good with werds.

My peppers fill the paige with typos

That I will acsidentaly right myself.

When I speek, I stutter.

It takes me minuts to say one thing,

And their are a million things I half too say

Like your face it butiful,

And you make me speechless,

More so then I alredy am.

And as I right the poem,

I hope you’ll sumday sea it,

And no it’s about you.

But in the beck of my mind,

I no you’ll never see this

Because I’ll keep it hiden,

And you’ll never no

That I luv you with all my hart

Because I’ve never bin good with werds.