A Diary

A Diary

I am so afraid to read it,
when in it is full of love
How might, if I am wrong

Perhaps I misread the words
That you write in a diary
Have you pour all
more than one page
Really all that is written in it?
I live in the falsity
And now I received the book from you
But I can not read it, not today
Until the day by day pass

What you feel about me
Are you thinking about me and love
Why don't you come
And meet here
Are all of you write in the book
Is the meaning of it all
Or just want to make happy

by.AnnaFaryana