Sleepless night with some midnight thoughts,
Trying to figure out, happy or sad?.
Smiling outside while writing this,
With many unknown feelings inside.
Dear diary,
Will there be someone to read this curious mind?.
Will there be someone, to figure out words out of scribbled letters?
Out of all the broken thoughts? Slow sounds and mumblings? Will, there be someone to read them all?.

The real laughter on the face, Or the simple smile, will there be someone to catch that moment?
To say, it’s ok, things will be fine? To say let’s just chill out? To say it’s ok when things are going wrong?. Will there be someone who can read it all?.
The tears while she laughs, or that smile of hesitation, that smile of trust or that smile of I need a hug, will there be someone to read?.