The Diary


THE DIARY

The diary I keep of you has a grudge to hold or two I never intended to write them down but what else could I do It was either lock them out or let them in Either way, I knew they'd win But when the past runs to catch up with me I'll pay these dues and be set free What else could you ask of me From my diary I read

The diary I keep of you is a fairytale that's barely true I leave out what looks best to you and exaggerate a line or two My perspective holds subjectivity I'm bitter from our brevity No long-winded nights where we'd lose sleep The lacking of what could've been What else could you ask of me From my diary I read

The diary I keep of you has notes I wrote from me to you I have no courage to send them on and don't know where I'd send them to Each one has a loving tone If only then I would have known I'd have ripped them up without a thought Regardless those words were caught What else could you ask of me From my diary I read

The diary I keep of you has every word I didn't say to you I remember how I tried to tell but never from my lips they flew Several days I mourned you gone Angry you made two into one I think of you from time to time Wishing that you still were mine What else could you ask of me From my diary I read

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