The ink starred my emotion,
The lines transcribed my narration,
The pages documented all notations,
And book was "feelings in compilation"

Dear Diary, you are me as my friend,
Speaking everything in day end,
To the world, I'm silent, I pretend,
But deep inside, with the people i want to blend.

The voice that wanted to stream ear,
Left behind, coz it had no dear,
Dear Diary, It was only you to hear,
And myself to cheer !

Hope you were not just a book but had a body and soul,
Then i would have you for me to console,
Since you knew my life as whole,
It would be easy for my life to be in control !

Now you are just a speechless speaker,
But you can tell my secrets to a sneaker,
I belive you are good secrete keeper,
And like humans definitly not a cheater !!!
© śmiech króla