Even if it wasn't what I wanted.
Even if it was what you thought.
On the bar stool in the corner where I sat.
Wearing what I wore why I wear it every night.
And the dress that you have on is always why.
There where it parted.
It only takes one drink sometimes maybe two.
Even if it wasn't what I thought you somehow knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
l like it. i may not understand it, but i DO like it. i think it is a private story. bri :) you even rhymed the last two lines for me. thanks. to MyPoemList