The Unwritten
Inside this diary
the key locks in secrets
that have never been told
Never been seen
Never been heard
They’re hiding
They’re talking in there
observing the people opening it
listening to them
but they won’t come out
not for time not for love not for friends
When the people go
they’ll still be there forever
never come out
even when someone is calling them
sitting there alone
with no - one to tell
When someone is drawing on the cover
they see the writing there
they imagine what they’re going through
and they lock the secret within themselves
Would I feel what they’re feeling right now
Maybe they’ll come out one day
but they won’t say a thing
They are private and they will remain confidential
Maybe one of them, just one, is a special secret
that will never be revealed
Every diary in the world
is like this.
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