You are from the far past,
and I'm from the distant future.
I see you walking fast
Because I know that you are not mature.
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You are still flaunting with your lovers,
You are still dancing with your boos,
While I'm standing with an understanding much better
And I'm regretting about the boy you wooed.
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From my sad face,
I know that this is wrong.
From my aging traces,
I know that this doesn't mean you are strong.
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But if I'm to travel back to the past,
I'll be catching you fast.
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A/N: I got this inspiration to write this poem from the poem "Time Traveler" from Pluviophile by BloomingRose520. I only read a few of her poems, but I guarantee that her poems will be fascinating.
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