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I'm working on a curtain machine,
Because this king needs his queen,
And I know that with this device,
Losing her will not happen twice,
CUZ I'm going back, not ahead,
To tell her, words I should've said,
Like connecting to her soul,
Is and will be my primary goal.
I'll be moving faster than the speed of light,
So she won't have another lonely night,
And I'll continue to travel till I arrive,
In a zone where our love is still alive,
Where every frown I can reclaim,
Seeing only smiles in every picture frame,
And I hope she's there when I appear,
Because I'm coming to stop every tear.
So time machine please start,
CUZ to her, I'm so ready to depart,
With hopes to start all over again,
Because the past I'm way better than,
And with this strong heart and mind,
We will forever look forward, not behind,
So let me figure out the components,
That will get me to her and happy moments.
About this poem
Time machine ...I'm working on it... everyone's with..just a fantasy....but why not dream
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