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Aug 29
I saw the real you while you were looking at the sunset.

But before that,
You're just an ordinary man,
smoking in a non-smoking zone at 3AM.
You are like this poem,
rough around the edges,
trying to say one thing after another
trying to contain his feelings in a limited number of words.

You told me I'm your little sky in Spanish
You told me I'm a demon made woman in English
How many language barrier do we have to cross to understand each other?
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
When you call my name in every language, I will answer.
When I lost you in every country, I will find you.

We use our bodies as tools to get what we want out of each other.
You asked me once what I wanted.

As the sun sets in the South China Sea,
and its golden rays are reflected from your eyes,
It took me 57 cities to finally find it.

I know that the only world we've ever known
is of lonely travelers and worn out backpacks.
But while we we're miles away from what is comfortable,
The universe already made its move.

I'm never good at gambling,
but maybe we can give this a chance.
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
Kimberly Jane Sioco
Written by
Kimberly Jane Sioco  F/Manila, PH
(F/Manila, PH)   
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     BR Dragos, TSPoetry and TheIdleOwl
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