The Human Diary

I am a sealed Diary, w8ting to be read
with unknown stories that made my heart bled

I am a tied up notebook, w8ting to be hold
with unknown feelings which can't be unfold

I am a closed book, w8ting to be published
with unknown suspense and full of wishes

I am a closed folder, w8ting to be opened
with wings of a butterfly, light as a token

I am a folded letter, w8ting to be read
with words from within, with words from the head

I am a simple reply, of the words goodbye
I am a plain letter, which explains I

(I might add to this, but this is for now)