My Diary, My Secrets Keeper
Guardian of Dreams and Whispers
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In the quiet of the night, when stars begin to gleam,
You open up your pages, to hold my every dream.
Bound in leather, worn and soft, a silent, trusted friend,
You guard my heartâs deep whispers, from beginning to the end.
Each word I spill, in ink so black, you tenderly embrace,
My triumphs, fears, and sorrows, you keep in sacred space.
No judgment in your lined expanse, no scorn in your reply,
Just an endless well of patience, as the days and nights go by.
When joy comes dancing in my heart, itâs to you I first confide,
And when the storm clouds gather, youâre the place where I can hide.
Through laughter loud and teary nights, you stand, a steadfast knight,
A keeper of my secrets, in the shadows of the light.
With every page that turns anew, you chronicle my tale,
From loveâs sweet first encounter, to the times when I might fail.
You hold the weight of all I am, with quiet, gentle grace,
A mirror to my soulâs depths, a reflection of my face.
My diary, my secrets keeper, in you, I find release,
A sanctuary of my own, where my spirit finds its peace.
So hereâs to you, my silent friend, my confidant so dear,
In your pages, I find solace, year after passing year.
About the Creator
Lilyđ
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Comments (1)
You have written this for all diary writers!