Fresh smudges, white lined paper.
Feeling cold or heavy hearted.
Hidden, under my bed.
The next time opened, I will read what I said.

This diary will be cherished forever

Memories, when I was young.
Experiencing everything.
White book, colorful patterns.
White lined pages, scribbled writing.

This diary will be cherished forever

From a friend of mine.
Opened over and over.
The scent, when I was young.
So strong, it’s on my tongue.

This diary will be cherished forever