My POVjust a thoughti always wounder what i would be like as an adult would i be still an artist?a writer?or continue with my family as a doctor?will i still like the things i like now?will i change?i would always think another 2 months and i am another year oldermy art and stories geting better or worse my POV yea i get older as i would aways think new things i could do or finish offmy school coming to a close in 3 monthsmy woundering will i stay in school for summer or will i get to travel back to the philippines with my grand parents maybe i will change in looks like my friendor maybe a change in personalityideas
the weaponFrom the weapons i make to the blood it shall give it will never satify me.the friends i loved to the lies they say they will never protect mehelp i call no one answers my voice eckoes through the empty caveI am some one who can fight but one that needs to be protectedCall on to me i will no longer be of use to you in battleOn this night of the blue moon let it be know to allthat i am the destroyer, never the protector for youbut a feint wisper of the one to destroy youNever again will i help you in dark needsmy life is but a lie a pariste that feedsbut again i must bid you a fare well by time is of the esscence.i miss
Mukashi once apon a timeonce apon a time the day was brighter my mind was cleareron a beautifull fay like thisi wish i could just fly touch the clouds soft and gentleonce apon a time my life was brighter my love was clearerfrom the day i met youmy love surounded youbut you never seem to justnotice memy once apon a timehas turned darkermy mind was never cleareragainMukashi々Hi wa akarukattaWatashi no kokoro wa meikaku ni sa retaKono yōna utsukushii yōsei noWatashi wa, watashi dake tobu nāKumo ni fureruYawarakaku, yasashiiMukashi々Watashi no jinsei wa akarukattaWatashi no ai ga meikaku ni