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diarist there must be something more to say or more to do than write today but still I come here anyway, it's become an addiction... there must be something I could take to make a break for heavens sake but still is seems I can not shake the need for this affliction... a diarist, they call me now, though I've forgotten when or how I became such an entity and dumbfounded as I may be... it's more than just to pass the time I can not help but come to rhyme, as feelings rise they must come out and that's what this is all about...
and sometimes it's a slice of life sometimes cut with a sharp knife sometimes secrets shared discreetly sometimes smoothe the edges neatly but perfection I do not know sometimes jagged ugly scars show I've known pain, blinding dispair and crimes of passion and fools errands still I live on hope and dreams and love as foolish as it seems believing in the human heart trusting it to do it's part when all is said and done let truth not weigh a ton let live be why we've come let life's meaning be fun there must be something more to say or more to do than write today but still I come here anyway, it's become an addiction... there must be something I could take to make a break for heavens sake but still is seems I can not shake the need for this affliction... a diarist, they call me now, though I've forgotten when or how I became such an entity, yet dumbfounded as I may be this role I play unconsciously and I must say too, happily to share my self and verily a diarist is what I'll be it's more than just to pass the time I can not help but come to rhyme as feelings rise they must come out and that's what this is all about and that's what I am all about previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |