My Time Machine
I have a time Machine
A beauty of technological prowess
I did not manufacture it but it sure is mine
I can use it whenever
To go back and relive my first kiss
To see colors evolve behind the lids of my eyes
As I close them ... slowly
And the world around screeches to a scringing stop.
Sometimes I rewind till I hit my first crush
The first crash between my young eyes
and the light reflected by your lovely curved lines
A day to die for
A day I lived through
One I can revisit everyday
All thanks to my time machine
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