You know I pour my heart to you, my bff- my diary. You know me in and out; you have been by my side when I needed someone to hear me out. When I cried myself to sleep, you were there to snuggle with me. You know all my funny stories, the embarrassing moments and still felt proud of me.
For all the days I sat alone, not a friend to sit by me, you held my hand and comforted me. The evenings when I looked around for a soul, a blank stared back at me. Your beady eyes showed love, without blinking. When tears streamed down my face, it was you who enveloped them in its pages where they’ll stay forever as a part of you.
You have been with me long enough to know what goes in my mind. I spell it out to you. You hold my secrets and I trust you more than myself. But then you betrayed me, let it all out behind my back. You left my soul bare for them to see, I lost faith in you. This is the last I am telling you, because today I lost my friend in you.
I wish diaries could talk as well 😥
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Yea… it would have been nice to have some one who understands us and can comfort us
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What a beautiful piece. I’m sorry your diary betrayed you. I wish they could talk as well.
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Thank you 😊 and I wish it could talk
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You’re welcome. I know right. It would be nice.
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Betrayed by honest expression
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😊
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No fight lovely yammi You are sweet dreams!
Poetry Wolf
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Och that hurts!
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Yea… it is painful
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