Diary

I know how they feel,

When at the end of the day

They scribble on me,

Cause trouble with words,

Leave drops of ink on me

And sometimes tears of misery

Some think of me as their best companion,

And for some,

I am merely pieces of parchment sewed together

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like the perspective, the personification of the diary into human form and feelings...sharing those secrets or keeping them.

[iamshadowine]

Thank you! ^_^

[Pseudo-Girl]

This is really clever! I love it :)

[iamshadowine]

Thank you! :D

[Jes' Pi]

Ink is like a forever tattoo of feelings on my pages...

Nice.

[iamshadowine]

Thank you! :D

[Dr. YumnaKay]

That would be how the mind of a diary would work that is if it had a mind 😉
Interesting read. And true. It feels safer to pour one's emotions in a diary than to a person.
Well written, Shadowine 😊

[iamshadowine]

Thank you so much

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome :)

[Najam Us Saher]

So true. I loved the personification.

[iamshadowine]

Thank you!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺