..........LasT PAgE OF MA DaIRy

As I sit on this playgroundThere are trees all around,Please listen carefully,This place is my diary .The tunnel keeps my secrets,While the swings throw my wishes to the stars,The slide lets me slip on by,The branches keep asking where you are .We used to sit there,and talk for hours .Now only the grass,The trees and the flowersKeep me company.This place knows me Better than I do And it remembers All the timesI spent with you
That bench is lonely And so am I Missing you only But remember what happensWhen the sun runs from the sky .As I sit on this playground There are trees all around Please listen carefully This place is my diary ..........