Words...
Memories,
Broken dreams.
Shared pains of lost loves,
Innocent confessions, of the tormented soul.
Memories,
Pain.
Memories,
Happiness.
See you tomorrow dear diary...
I can feel thy emotions, , as I since very young age had been scripting a bit of daily life, , , lovely poem
Works for me. Sort of like Danielle Steel's Parth Shoes. Adeline
i hate dairies because i`m afraid of somebody can read it))))) that`s why i write stories and poems)))) . your poem is very nice... it has some droplets of sadness...but it is life...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Innocent confessions, of the tormented soul. All in the diary. Beautifully put.