Dear Diary,

what do you sense?

What have you read?

Am I intense?

Here day to day

where things hardly change

Ready to write

And it’s all the same.

 

Dear Diary

my faithful good book,

where secrets are kept

and nobody looks.

When loneliness hits

I grab my good pen

to share all my thoughts;

my book you’re my friend.

 

Dear Diary

what can I say?

When life doesn’t change,

you never complain.

With you I can cry

for you’d never judge

And if I laugh

you won’t hold a grudge.