the sad little diary
Whose diary is that? I think I know
it's owner is quite sad though
it really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown, I cry hello,
She gives her diary a shake
and sobs until the tears make.
the only other sound's that break,
of the distant waves and birds awake
the diary is sad,little and deep
but she has promises to keep,
until than she shall not sleep.
she lies in bed with ducts that weep.
she rises from her bitter bed
with thoughts of sadness in her head
she idolises being dead
facing the day with never ending dread
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