I edited. (thanks for the reviews) I'll finish editing the first two lines in a bit.
I love writing.
It’s just great.
But some things my brain likes,
My hand has learned to hate.
I have ideas
But I always find;
My brain’s a mile ahead;
my hand’s ten miles behind.
"You’re going too fast,"
My hand tells my brain.
"You are going too slow.
The paper’s still plain."
They get into fights,
And nothing gets done.
My paper’s not written,
And the school bell has rung.
