Diary
They call me their friend,
Talk to me about their day,
From start to end.
They talk to me when completely
feeling blue,
Yes, I've heard a lot things about you!
I've heard them cry, when they
had no one by their side,
They parted their loneliness with me,
When had no one to confide.
I know their moods,
How they feel, happy, content or sad,
I've got to know enough about them,
All their qualities, good or bad.
But it's been a long time
since they've been away,
Seems like they've got
no more words to say.
I choose to stay, hoping to hear
from them soon,
Maybe they've got a good friend,
Or they've started talking to the moon.
I realise maybe they are busy,
And don't need me anymore,
Anyways, I'm just a diary,
Who was once their best friend before.
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