Confidant

by

My dear diary,

why must it be dreary,

this life that we live,

I have so much to give,

as my soul weeps,

tears slowly seep,

wetting my cheek,

in a dove’s beak,

My dear confidant,

leave me not in despair,

I have all the confidence,

that I shall get out of this lair.

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