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.