Analysis of Dear Diary,

I haven’t written in a while, dearest di.
The moon, she seemed to swoon
at every verse I never knew
as my words were breathily baited in the night.

Your binding’s been unbroken ,dearest di.
Some pages went unwritten
while my heart remained unsmitten,
so honestly I failed to even try.

But your chapters are my window, dearest di,
as my words, they are the snow
that softly float in subtle glow
of golden light that glistens from inside.

You’ve been a very patient listener, dearest di,
and you would never ask me more
than what I’m opening you for
as your cover slowly cracks and pages sigh.