Friday, December 14, 2007

The last page of my diary

As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diary

The tunnel keeps my secrets
While the swings throw my wishes to the stars
The slide lets me slip on by
The branches keep asking where you are

We used to sit there,and talk for hours
Now only the grass
The trees and the flowers
Keep me company

This place knows me
Better than I do
And it remembers
All the timesI spent with you

That bench is lonely
And so am I..Missing you only
But remember what happens
When the sun runs from the sky

As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diary

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