What makes me.

I just reviewed my past blogs.
Since it is VD.
I'll decide to write another emo poem.
Like last September 2009.

What Makes Me

A wood drifting towards the sea,
A lonely thought to cover me.
While I dream as a child could,
To conquer the years I've wound.

A bomb drops from the sky!
They shimmer and roar...
As I frizzle and run for the circus door
I am caught in the outrage's core.

I believe, I hope and I smile.
Someday, I'll meet a spirit like I
I'll quest for my sacred vile
That'll cure this blight

One day, I saw a person waiting in line
Intuition told me
Hold it and let this be the start
Though eyes haven't met my part

I've held it and never knew the

Update:nahh. tinatamad na ako. next time n lng.