27. Human Diary
Dear diary, my dearest I would say,
I believe we all need a human diary,
a safer place to hide our inferior side,
a safer place to hide our inferior side,
we all do,
and I realised that no one could transit for me other than you.
Your pages must still have the memories of my cold sleek touch on your hand,
deserted from my cold dark past,
It was not apparent for a girl like me,
but I trusted my gut to trust you.
I could talk to you without the fear of getting judged,
hold on to my faith like it's never going to shatter
had someone who carried the same baggage,
of being people's human diary,
And it would never end, the baggage of hope last forever.
Your pages must still have the list of things we decided to do but are now burried somewhere in the books,
and perhaps many promises which drew me closer to you,
that still lie in my pages unshaken.
I wish you wouldn't have torn all the pages,
that had every single memory where I confided myself in you,
because now that human diary isn't mine anymore.
I would complain its pages ended soon before I could scribble something new,
I know I could never become your human diary,
the way you have been mine and it's difficult for us to reconcile,
and I realised that no one could transit for me other than you.
Your pages must still have the memories of my cold sleek touch on your hand,
deserted from my cold dark past,
It was not apparent for a girl like me,
but I trusted my gut to trust you.
I could talk to you without the fear of getting judged,
hold on to my faith like it's never going to shatter
had someone who carried the same baggage,
of being people's human diary,
And it would never end, the baggage of hope last forever.
Your pages must still have the list of things we decided to do but are now burried somewhere in the books,
and perhaps many promises which drew me closer to you,
that still lie in my pages unshaken.
I wish you wouldn't have torn all the pages,
that had every single memory where I confided myself in you,
because now that human diary isn't mine anymore.
I would complain its pages ended soon before I could scribble something new,
I know I could never become your human diary,
the way you have been mine and it's difficult for us to reconcile,
I wanted to write one more line,
but things run its course so I had to let you go,
I tried to write till the last page,
It was very painful to write the last word so I had to let you go.
but things run its course so I had to let you go,
I tried to write till the last page,
It was very painful to write the last word so I had to let you go.