Dear Diary

You drank my every drop of tear 

You swallowed every single piece of nostalgic 

You colored my happiness with fountain pens 

You gave me a hard breath with my scribblings of anger 

Illustrations in you make me floated in a boat 

Decades ago you lived in my heart with my feelings 

Now you brownish; torn as my heart torn to pieces 

Your pink pages no more as my skin has faded 

Eyewitnesses, criticisms, judgments

As in court, you heard to all my voice 

You felt my inner voice with deep pain 

You hid my secrets with the ink of invisible fountain pen

You shall be in my journey to the tomb 

You shall be buried with my corpse 

With white Roses; what a great respect for you!

You are my life that wrote invisible scribblings.