You cry...but how can feel like that
The one with diary's paper heart?
It may be my reflected cry,
Reflected on your sheets...I try
To understand your paper soul,
To feel the way you feel...and so
You know, that you can also leave
The pieces of your paper grief...
Confide in me, my paper friend,
I let you use my soul... and...and...
I can go on, improve my rhyme,
You will keep silence all the time...
I'm strange and crazy, don't you think?
My paper diary just a thing...
Dear diary
© Copyright: Олеся Авдеева, 2009
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