I, the diary

I am just the pieces of paper

That she lovingly put together

I am neither, her mom or dad

A faithful pal, when she's sad

The cute Stories she etches with ink

I read & reread; I get sleep not even a wink

She paints me her daily events

And her sweet yet sad story to which none laments

Pens her pleasant desires & her dreamy life

How she wishes to be Prince charming's lovely wife

She smiles & smiles & always shares her laugh

Specially when sharing dreams about her another half!

She writes in me for days, months & years

I listen to her happily with all my ears

She scribbles in me about friends & family

Eagerly, I read & reread them so carefully

Sometimes she opens me with teary sad eyes

Shed tears on me & a many times she cries

Shares her sweet apologies, mistakes & fights

Until her heart soothes, in me she writes & writes

Crazy dreams & fantasies she nails in me

She's a girl with a million dreams you see!

She always keeps me with her & guards

In joys or wails, she hugs me so hard

Her good old memories & golden days she always shares

She never wanna grow up, she always prays

Though brilliant & wise, when in strife

Sometimes she's confused & asks me a lot many why's!

When memories & pains never took her apart,

She spoke to me even in mid-nights with a heavy heart

Many untold secrets here she bells

A safe sound place, where her secrets dwell

She covered me craftily in cute little pink

There lies her secret world, she etched in ink

Never leave me, I say, Oh! my sweet girl

Only with words you ink, you have become my entire world!