Diary

Dear Diary,

As I write and I write, sat up in my bed,

I pray to the lord, that this will not be read.

My secrets and feelings flowing through my pen,

Times and adventures I may not have again.

If there is a lock, and this diary is hidden,

Then the words that are printed are strictly forbidden,

These are times to myself, and to me I will share,

The words and the happenings clearly put there.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hands off, traitor!

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fighter4life's picture

Great poem.

Toni ------'s picture

i love this one as much as all the others. hopefully if i practice as much as you i'll find it this easy to write brilliant poems.xxx

Jennie!'s picture

this is a gud poem! its gr8!
Luv ya !
well dun terri!!xxxxxxxx