Dear diary,
You keep track of my day,
You make me feel comfortable
In every single way.
When I spoil your pages,
While I'm crying my eyes out,
You sit their quietly,
Listening to me pout.
You let me tear your pages,
Whenever I feel angry.
You let me scribble on the paper,
And still, you sit there calmly.
You store all my memories,
Both the good and bad.
You always give me company,
The kind I've never had.
Do any of you keep a diary? 'Cause I know a lot of friends who kept one but couldn't maintain the flow. However, I'm surprisingly good at it!!
So are you the 'Once in two years' writer, or the 'I'll write anything and everything writer'?
I'm more towards the latter....
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
