Friday, June 20, 2014

like a diary

like a diary
the mind is speaking its words
i am hearing something calling my name
keep calling
i personally have something to say
when i speak to you
you are like a diary
without a pencil
i think i understand what is there to be said
left yet to say to you
dear,
i believe i'm good but i truly admit the truth
infact im honest
that you are treasure worth so much to me
more then money
would never trade you for anything you meant a lot to me my dreams are you
you believe to won a nice trophy that's my heart
because you are somebody to understand me really well
you are willing to be my diary
look at me eye to eye and give me a nice feeling
make me feel good about myself that am belong to something good
understandable you are a diary that is with no pen or pencil
i believe with the words that comes out from the mouth comes to a sentence
makes it to be a lyric that gives it a song
that becomes a album that says for mama and papa to be proud of my hard days work i believe you are good to me
you are like a diary that speak its words allow me to speak my words to you
say what is need to be spoken the diary is understandable
its a reason its hear
that its right here
have something new to say
with this diary
dear diary you are my life savier
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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