Let Me Be Your Diary

Let me be your diary

Your journal, if you will

A sheet of paper blank, unmarred

That you would hope to fill

Tell me of your every thought

Your heartaches, your desires

All the things that no one knows

Those things not spoken prior

Tell me how your day was

Whether good or bad

The what and who and how and why

The happy and the sad

Tell me how your night goes

As you start to wind on down

Of the dreams that visit every night

Of the curious little sounds

That seem to take you far away

To a land of long ago

Where memories of joy and pain

Both, from your heart, flow

Hopes and dreams, ideas, beliefs

I want to know them all

Build them on this paper

And not some mental wall

In case you haven’t guessed by now

I’ll tell you that it’s true

I want to know all of these things

Because I want to know all about you

For how else can I share your dreams

Stand there at your side

If it is not in me, your destiny

Whom you choose to confide?