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