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.