By Me aka Niki
Date: 24 February 2001
A diary
He made me so mad
I thought about the things he did
And about the love I had lost
I thought about it all
I took my diary in my anger
And just started ripping the pages out
Teardrops rolling down my face
With every tore
My room was under the shreds
And I picked up a piece
My handwriting in blue
His name scribbled somewhere
Stories about the first kiss
All the sweet things he did
And all the times he called
I wrote down every touch
Every word wisperd
And everything I felt
That was way back
In the beginning after the first kiss
When I started falling for him
I would read it like a book and always smile
And I know every date everything happend
By now
It's like a movie I've played in a zillion of times
I gatherd all the papers
In my yellow pyama and blue slippers walked into the garden
And threw them in the trashcan
By now they are on the dump
Wasting away
But that's all they are worth
Those pieces of paper
Because it’s all a vage memory by now ; after a year
And it was foolishness, childs play
It was a mistake to fall for him
And to think and write about him
Written on those pages was the very beginning
The foundation of my love for him
That grew in those first days
And that sweet things he did that still make me smile
But in the end they are untrue and Just fake
In the end I wasted away
A girl that was head over heals for this guy
Blinded for all the cautions and signs in front of her
With her diary as prove and reminder
In the end she died
And so did her diary
Wasting away somewhere
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