no one would believe me when i said that i met someone from the future
but it's not like she's really from the future
her days have just passed before mine
she's living sixteen hours before me
while i'm living sixteen behind
while it's 10:00pm on a saturday for me
it 2:00pm on a sunday for her
we are never on the same schedule
im just the girl from the past
and she's the girl from the future
it'll always be that way
forever until we meet
until we meet, we will be in two different time zones
two different countries
but when we meet
i hope it's raining — pouring even
and i hope that the rain washes away all of our problems
along with being together
sharing a moment
in the rain
and whatever happens after that
s. g.
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PoetryPOETRY a collection of my poems from thoughts that have come to me at random