Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess

You'll Never Be

I don't care if your lock is not working 

If you look shabby in my writing 

or if you have a few pages left

what I feel you don't misinterpret

Oh what have I done 

My priceless possession has gone 

Of all still creatures you're the only one 

What others think foolish and nonsense of me you're fond. 

For so long I missed your blossoming flowers 

and sweet butterflies that seem to flounder 

in front, my heart stutters

When at last I found you in that abandoned drawer, 

I have missed you my friend

I promise it would never happen 

I'll be as careful as I can 

Oh my diary, you'll never be lost again.