//The pages of my diary,
hold my memories of yesterday,
every smile, every tear,
every person who came my way

The pages of my diary,
hold memories of yesterday,
memories no human knows,
only dear to those pages,
ecru coloured, edges torn,
thick with memories old but fresh.
Gone days do live and strive,
thrive the rotten days in there,
moments spent in tears,
of laughter, of misery.
A...