I'm not who I was before you
I'm glad to say that I'm different
Ever since you walked my way
I take a shot in the dark and aim
I want to talk to you more
But the trouble is
I ain't good with words
And I have no idea what to say
Even though I know you well
I fall flat on my face
When it comes to words
If worse comes to worse
I know it's my curse
Cos I'm blessed with words
But I lose my verbs
When it comes to better
I become the worst
I want to talk to you more
But the trouble is
I ain't good with words
And I have no idea what to say
Even though I know you well
I fall flat on my face
When it comes to words
YOU ARE READING
Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
