I Can't Paint

I can't paint

Or sing

Or dance

Or draw

I'd like to play guitar

I bought one off a mate once

I couldn't lean the barre'

I tried to write a sonnet

I struggled with the time

And no matter how hard I try 

I can't find words that sound the same

I don't call  myself a poet

As I haven't got a clue

If I could teach myself just one thing

It would be to stop thinking about you