Sometimes its hard for me, To say what I feel. Emotions are things I oftenfind, Are easier to conceal. I know that I should trust you, After all, you are my friends, But trust is something that i still find, Is hard to comprehend. As it stands, to this present day, There is only one place that I trust, That my hopes and dreams, My tears and fears, Will never be repeated or discussed. And in this place I discovered, No more than three years ago, I find that the words now come easier, But from the nib of a pen they flow. Then, once the words are halted, The entry comes to it’s end. I close the pages of my Diary, My most trustworthy friend.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 04:59:58 +0000