Please don’t look at me that way,
You know I’ve had a bad day.
Please don’t hang your head like that
You know there’s no turning back
Because once it’s done, it’s done.
There’re no u-turns, only reruns.
And this life’s in black and white.
If you’ve done it once, you’ll do it twice.
These mistakes are so tightly laced,
Too compact for any saving grace.
Yeah don’t give me that look,
You think you read me like a book.
Truth is though, you’re not quite sure.
Is this just a slip or something more?
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I would like to translate this poem
Jessy, no mistake about it, a powerful and intriguing write... another supurb ending! Brian