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 mebut 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."