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Festival lights gracing the sky.
Christmas songs playing
on the radio like I’ve never left
this charming, beautiful country.
Hated how I left turning my back
on something I knew but I guess,
people do to the innocent ones.
Hated the bittersweet times
I wanted to come back
to the girl I once was
but I love who I became.
The parol’s high in the sky
like the star of David.
But what I loved most
about my homeland
is the touch of the sun.
I want you there with me
all Christmas season.
We could walk down
Manila Bay and forget
about the deadlines
we have to make.
Even if you have to turn
down something you’ve been
dreaming of all your life
just so you could be with me.
Hold me on my grandmother’s sofa.
I never had enough of the way
you smell like sunlight.
It’s a little out of touch
for some people who doesn’t know
the things we do at night.
Two different people can never be
the same in a world of blasted hopes.
Hated being called a foreigner
by the people I grew up with
as a young girl.
I don’t speak in my native tongue
anymore but you should know
how much I wanted to keep
talking to my family
even if they don’t see me
as a native of the country.
But it’s your touch
that brings me back home
to the little house in Fairwoods
my mother wanted to pass on
to my sister and I.
And I can’t handle the things
I left because they don’t
define who I became.
Stars aligned on my way
to America from London.
I remember falling for the city
and a ferris wheel
many tourists ride every time they come.
I felt like it was home
but I know I never could stay.
Friday night out of town
like I’ve always been.
I know there’s something
about your touch
that brings me back home
to the places I once left.
I ran away from home
every time I see darkness
but you bring a touch
of light into gray skies.
I’m always the one
who has the perfect diction
in the English language
in my family.
My mind isn’t in the perfect state
but I can find love stronger
than any drug I can get addicted to.
I know something about addiction
and gamboling my life away
like my father did with money.
I couldn’t forgive what happened
but I can make a new life
with the words I write.
But that doesn’t come close
on the way you touch me
in the dark of the night.