Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
You are my only friend
The only one to bear with my stand
So, do lend me your ears, why even your hand
I wish to confess, of how, in love, I am a total brigand!
Dear Diary,
I do not know what floats all over my body
If it is insanity
Or if it is simply an object of amorality
For I am filled with thrills; and they spark up my feminity!
Dear Diary,
He is a man I see only in my dreams
I am pretty sure, he knows not of my silent screams
He is powerful, respected, strong and bold
Faced with him, bland seems to be the whole world!
Dear Diary,
I keep my hope burning
Maybe, hopefully, someday, we shall have a meeting
Someday, he shall show me romance
Even if we have, in age, a huge difference
It matters not, for the heart remains always young in essence!
Dear Diary,
Am I basking in sin?
Has my head gone on a spin?
His name turns me into a butterfly
A new born one, having just discovered the expanse of the sky!
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