Oh and how true, your troubles remain...
You've hidden your fingerprints
In her long dark mane
Sold all of your secrets
For the price of a tall drink....
What did you really imagine she'd think?
Then polished your brown boots
Arrogance slicked back your hair..
Quickly passing a mirror,
You wished wasn't there...
Rehearsed all your answers to the questions
That fly....
With no place left to run to...and even much more to hide
You gathered your jacket, belt-buckled your blues...
And wished someone else walked in your shoes..
A kiss, one last glance, an 'I'm sorry...so long'
Vanished into the night, where she'd never belong.
The truth will out, but seeded doubt, will weeds into a garden sprout.
You've hidden your fingerprints In her long dark mane Sold all of your secrets For the price of a tall drink.... What did you really imagine she'd think? Well expressed, liked it.
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I would like to translate this poem
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