Dear diary, I wrote about him. I must pause here. Not without reason.
To give him room to breathe, breathing for freedom.
All without me, here.
I knew although the time passed slowly. The days grow long. Sometimes with regret in my heart that would not go away but
I'm sure I could get used to. Not without reason.
Cleanse my soul space of a shadow is not the forgotten.
Cleanse my heart space of anger.
Awkwardly moments when I think I'm important to someone, and I do not. Oh my!
Dear diary, I felt about him.
In the dream he is mine; in reality, he is my dream.
I must pause here then with out reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem. just so beautiful it is