My Diary Dear

Late at night I stay awake

Sit in my bed with lights on

I breath and take a pen

Then open my diary dear

I'm amazed as I flip each page

Didn't know how much it costs

Looking at those words I wrote

I realized that it's been tough

My feelings I lay them here

Write them inside my dear diary

I tell her all my secrets and stuffs

No little lies nor pretensions

She knows when I'm sad

And she knows when I'm gay

I tell her my deepest feelings

And she's open for me to trust

Guess it's always good

Having a diary dear with me

Entrusting her my secrets

Makes me feel happy and light

-Kathleen L. Burlas