In pages of her diary, tears softly fall,
In place of ink, emotions enthrall.
Each droplet a story, a heart's secret call,
In the sacred parchment of memories' thrall.
The paper absorbs the pain she keeps,
Each tear a confession, in darkness it peeps.
Her soul's ink, emotions run deep,
As whispered sorrows on the pages seep.
A symphony of sadness, words unspoken,
In tear-stained verses, her heart is broken.
The diary's embrace, a haven awoken,
Where tears and tales interweave, unspoken.
Oh, the stories she writes, aching and true,
In the language of tears, her pain imbued.
Ink of her soul, shades of blue,
A diary's refuge, her emotions accrue.
-Snowflake-
