I say, "Oh Diary", just like yesterday,
Though, mistake this not as my usual rant,
As I'm here to speak the truth on behalf the one who can't
You, my Diary, are the invisible sun of my life,
Showing reflections of myself in the clearest manner.
Never showing up but giving me light,
Showing me doors,
Poking me with thorns,
Whispering the wisest advice,
Through your empty words, blank lines, and paper made of Vanilla.
With my loudest voice - I thank thee.
You never asked for a friendship band,
Nor did you mind when I ripped your limb in half,
You embraced me, with your vast land,
Soaked my tears and made me laugh.
Forget I cannot those moments of happiness,
When you said nothing but erased all darkness.
You're as bold as the color of your cover.
Bold and black, handsome as a cherry stack,
Naughtily winking at the name of my lover.
You know me all, you know it all, you keep my deepest, darkest secret with a hush.
For keeping your word, and mine - I thank thee. <