I fumbled through the pages
soaked with my ink through ages
The sighs, I hear them amongst the murmurs
Though it was only for my ears
The stories I filled in daily
my life, I saw playing out in front of my eyes,
Triggering memories from the past
A lone friend you were, hiding in my desk
The perfect friend, I ever had
Hiding the secrets, I stashed in you
Giving my fantasies a stage,
A hideout for my rants,
My diary, you will forever be my best friend!
Void Thoughts 
Same here. I keep all my thoughts in it. This poem could be a diary anthem
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Awesome
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I used to journal a lot; I may need to start again. This was a lovely poem. 🙂
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“giving my fantasies a stage”. I liked the image your words created – sort of like the characters from your diary entries become three-dimensional as you open the diary, like a pop-up book.
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Thank you, Nathan. Sometimes our diary has that effect, hasn’t it?
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I love my journals for the small moments recorded that I would have forgotten otherwise.
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Me too. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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Yes, a diary is a life saver!
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Very true. 🙂
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I really loved this last three lines. Made me think of my own journals.
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Thank you, Laissez. I am glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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