Dear Diary Poem by Cicero Grey
Dear Diary
Words are concrete once they're written
Smiles are captured on the page
When I cried and laughed and shouted
When I bit my tongue in rage
Monday night I may seem gloomy
Tuesday evening I'll sound tired
Wednesday morning I'll be running-off-to-save-the-world inspired
But by the time I scratch my thoughts in pen
It's already too late
Me on paper, that was yesterday
Outrun and out of date
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