With a pen of trust
I recount the stories of mine
From the saddest rusts
To the happiest minds
You,
On paper of you I confess my secrets
With circle, square, and triangle
Painted with red, blue and purple
About stressful fights
About lonely nights
my rivals, my pals, my lullabies
I write more
You know me more
Whether you have sympathy
Hope it's not temporarily
What kind of a person I am,
My diary book knows
Coz I have no lies to show
You are my diary book
You are all my look
By
Balebila
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