An inanimate friend.

I’m that diary, the pages of which might have gone faded and brittle ,
Just to hide her secrets between lines.
The pages of time,
Take us back to some silent fancy of her & mine.
Flipping through my pages,
You get to witness some smudged pages, still stained with her tears. Trust me!!!
She vented out episodes,by clenching her fist with fear.
An untold burden, full of anguish, a piece of her broken heart.
Still wrapped with some bits of her unfulfilled wish.
Only if she could travel back and look for a restart.
A wish for a happy tomorrow is what the my pages spoke,
I have promised her, in her journey of life,
She can count me her best friend,
Something i’ll die to save.
Who knows, might see following her to her grave.
I’m not her mere bunch of inks from yesterday
Let me tell you, it’s me her confidante with her secrets in my core.
Her love, her ectasies,dried rose petals with emotions and her scars.
Everything hidden in my pages, waiting for her to open me atleast once with a smile, a little more.

©unblossomedyet