Its like a diary

its so precious than gold to me;

its so precious that the birds and the bees should stop;

its so precious that this blog should close for a while;

but yet it just some writing on a book;

says all the thing that i have done for today;

its like a diary to me.

its about me and nothing else does not matter;

its the time that i spent for hours to think back;

what have been done and what have not yet;

sacrificing all i had and tell it in a words;

its a diary to me.

its a diary and its like a diary;

but yet its not like anything that you have been seen;

just countless letter that i am so lazy to carry around in my head;

for its like a diary that i have told.