In this diary
Are the pages blank or filled with stories?
Are there empty lines or ones with my name?
Do you write about me or something hollow like fame?
Do you wish that over time I will always stay the same?

Because I do
I used to spend my time thinking about being real
Now I only spend my time thinking of the way your lips feel


In this diary
Are the pages clean or have they been ripped?
Do the words hold truth or are they just lies?
Is writing about me enough to get you by?
Do you wish that we will last until the day you die?

Because I do
I used to spend my time thinking about being real
Now I only spend my time thinking of the way your lips feel


In this diary
Do you write until the end
Or do you have to fill space with signatures and hearts?
Do you wish that we will never be apart?

Because I do
I used to spend my time thinking about being real
Now I only spend my time thinking of the way your lips feel

I could go on and on and on
Talking about what makes you so perfect but I don't have the time
I could go on and on and on
Talking about why we're meant to be
But for now I just have this diary

 
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