Dear Diary Poem by Mia Peterson

It's Friday night, but I feel like staying home
My phone keeps ringing, but I'm not going to answer
I'm alright, but I'd rather be stay alone
Now I'm searching for something through one of my drawers

Dear diary, let me open up to you
Dear diary, hang on to every word I mean
Dear Diary, tell me if you think I'm a fool
I won't mind, because you're my dear diary

Dear diary, to you my hear is transparent
And so are my thoughts
I'm outspoken, but believe me, I wouldn't
Do that with a lot
Because, my dear diary, I'm delighted by your presence
And all the blank pages you own
And each time I finish a sentence
I let everything be known

A sweet, innocent, carefree diary
That's what I'd say you are
You clear up my thoughts when they're blurrry
Just like you do with my scars
Which, by the way, are only a few left
Almost all of them are gone
But I must confess that I do dread
The thought that I won't be able to move on...