Dear Diary

Here's my soul, Diary,
Hold it in your hands.
Lock your fingers around it.
Bury it deep within.

Here are my words, Diary,
Cradle them to your chest.
They say that paper is patient,
And I guess that they know best.

Here I am, Diary,
I hope you will never judge me,
That you accept my tears on your page,
And fade the memories.

Change me, Diary,
Over the years I'll spend with you.
Mold me from start to finish;
Sculpt me through and through.

I'm here, Diary,
Only you can know my soul.
You possess me as I possess you;
I promise I'll give you all.