What you feel in your day to day life you write in diary, but what a diary feels of her owner is pre... What you feel in your day to day life you write in diary, but what a diary feels...

The poem compares life to a travel diary. The poem compares life to a travel diary.

Where ever I go I find my diary, Resting beside me inciting me, Where ever I go I find my diary, Resting beside me inciting me,

A sweet smell still smears over the pages When the memories are recollected A sweet smell still smears over the pages When the memories are recollected

Can someone crack those? Can someone read those? Can someone crack those? Can someone read those?

The pen and paper I guess brought her alive, The pen and paper I guess brought her alive,