The Diary
There is a life inside me,
Just not my own,
There is a world inside me,
That will remain unknown,
So many words,
Written but hardly read,
So many words,
That will never be said,
She has a story inside,
Which she trusts me with,
A world in her mind,
That will remain a myth,
She had hope and a wish,
But she let it all go,
She let go of that fire, that spark, that glow,
Before our bond was strong and sturdy,
It never loosened, or quavered,
I am now covered in dust and forgotten,
Our friendship is gone and wavered,
But today is the day,
She is going to remember with a start,
Her wondrous writing,
When she wrote from the heart,
I can feel it,
She’s going to pick me up and recall,
All the good times in her diary,
Before her fall,
Maybe now I won’t be quite so worthless,
Maybe now I’ll finally serve my purpose.
